Passionate Drawings Novels & Stories

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.

Another version of Elena that existed entirely outside their marriage. He crouched beside the documents. “This was your proposal?” She nodded. “You designed all this?” “Most of it.” He studied the plans again. The detail was extraordinary. Not merely professional. Passionate. Intentional. He looked up at her. “You love this.” The answer arrived immediately. “Yes.” Not hesitation. Not politeness. Not obligation. Just certainty. The expression on her face while she looked at the drawings was different from the expressions he had become used to seeing over the past few weeks.

All she kept picturing was his cock, for some reason - how thick and heavy it felt in her hand, how perfectly it stretched her open, and the way it looked when he was hard and fully aroused. She made a small, frustrated sound before she put down the large brush and grabbed a small sketchbook instead. Her hand suddenly moved fast, almost like it was moving by itself. In just a few minutes, she had drawn a very detailed and realistic sketch of Sebastian’s cock - hard, veined, slightly curved upward, and glistening. She stared at the drawing and found herself cackling heartily. “Wow, look at how he is literally ruining my art career." -

I couldn't sleep. Desperate for an escape, I grabbed a sheet of heavy art paper and began drawing. My hands shook as I began to draw, letting my raw emotion guide the strokes. Within minutes, James's face began to emerge from the stark white paper. I stared intensely into his eyes through the charcoal lines, feeling a dangerous, intoxicating connection to a ghost.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

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Hopefully, she saves herself and me the stress and just tells me what she had on her mind. "I like the ones where..." She gulps and tugs on her bottom lip. "I have a butt plug in my ass." Her legs press together and she pushes herself back into my chest. My imaginations are wild. I don't just stop at drawing what I see. I also envision what I would like to happen and draw them in my sketchbooks. Recently, I've gotten obsessed with drawing Celestine with something shoved in her ass. Be it a toy or my finger.

I've waisted hours and hours making sure it looks exactly like him, now it's come back to bite me in the ass. In that drawer there are over ten drawings. My favorite ones. Over the years I've burned most of the drawings but those are special. They are the best... and the sickest ones. I didn't want to bring them with me in case someone might see them, but it was worse. "Oh, shit," I repeat again, because I don't know what else to say. Kingsley is going to do something to fuck me over because of them and of that I'm sure. I swallow and pick up my phone with my shaky hands. There are three missed videocalls from him and suddenly another one comes in. I answer. King's face is in a scowl now.

Glancing one last time at Koishi stomping right towards the door, walking out just to slam it shut behind with a loud thud. "Well I know you would never do that and if you did your best I will give you the reward of pleasure" Koishi flitches finally breaking down a sob escapes through his throat letting the tears fall from his eyes one after the other. Picking up the black charcoal chalk that was upon the table-turning his gaze back at the canvas in front of him. Bring it in front of his nose tabbing a deep breath nodding his head in response. A small smile spreads across his face turning his gaze back at the canvas only to draw the random lines upon it.

My fingers slid from his broad chest to his arms then finally onto his sketch pad. The interest of what he drew bouldered inside me. I sat up straighter, using his shoulder as a support. Curiosity had the first foot. I peered through my thick lashes staring at the masterpiece. It was Rae, he drew her... It wasn't a complete sketch though. My fingers moved slowly across the rough pencil lines. With deep cuts of his strokes, I realized he put a lot of emotion and passion into this little piece. Rae' s eyes, to the bridge of her nose finally to her full lips were the only features he could put down on paper. Although rough, it had a sense of perfection. He made her eyes look daring, she looked