Passionate Drawings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm asking what you have, not what you'll have." Adrian was quiet for a moment, in the way he was quiet when he was deciding something. Then he stood and went to the drafting tube by the bedroom door and extracted the drawings — pencil on trace, the early-stage work, the lines that were still questions rather than answers — and brought them back to the table and unrolled them. Daniel leaned forward. He looked at the drawings with the full attention he brought to things that mattered. Not the legal eye, not the professional assessment — the other attention, the one that had been identified and named by the person who had first produced it in him, the attending that received rather than proce

“What kind of drawings?” I hesitate again, the words sticking in my throat. “History. Animals. Mostly with fictional elements.” It’s not exactly a lie. There was a time when I loved drawing anything and everything, but those days feel like a lifetime ago. Now, I only pick up a pencil when I can’t contain my darker emotions—specifically anger and anguish. She smiles, her expression softening. “As an artist myself, that answer is very much welcomed.” Her voice is warm, and the sincerity in her tone fills me with more guilt. I force myself to ask, “What about you? What did you like as a kid?”

I flipped the switch, light flooding across the room in warm yellow beams. I walked to my board, fingertips trailing over the pinned sketches. Tears welled up again, slipping down my cheeks silently as I reached for a blank sheet of paper. I pinned it to the board and picked up a charcoal pencil. My hand trembled for a moment before it steadied, the weight of it grounding me. I closed my eyes, letting the grief and anger and betrayal flood through me. I let myself feel every cut, every bruise, every moment of humiliation. And then, I began to draw.

Even when Caspian bought my drawings for that huge amount I was only happy because of the money but then, This is different. The passion inside of me seems to have reignited and I want to continue drawing, I want to see people smiling and being happy just by the sight of my work, “Daughter in law! Do you want to fully start drawing! I will support you! How much do I have to invest?” He asked as he snatched the painting from Caspian and looked at me. “There is no need. I have already taken care of it. Just cherish that one that you are holding because the value with skyrocket very soon.” Caspian came over and stood by my side as I couldm’t help but smile.

"So the gallery is by some artist who likes to depict what it's like to 'be in love'" I smiled "is that why you brought me here?" He shrugged "maybe" I shook my head as we walked towards the gallery. The paintings were absolutely beautiful. I was immediately drawn to one of them that hung on the far wall of the gallery. "Kissing the Angel" I stared at the magnificent painting which drew me into it for some reason. "It's gorgeous" Ry said as he came up from behind me. "It is. Why is she an angel?" I asked him.

Mara POV I know how Passion works, as long as one meets their standards both in looks and in wealth and is interested to join, they will give the person access, and... I looked at Kane's face and saw him looking around in awe and desire making me gulp. I have been with Kane long enough to know things about him and that's why I wasn't liking this idea of bringing him to Passion but I know if I reject the idea too much he will look for another alternative, he is rich enough to do that, and once I manage to step foot here he will automatically be given access as long as he asked for it, why? Because the guy is so hot and irresistible that it's mouth-watering to any girl. For me to crave him so

Emma began to pant heavily after her release but Damien wasn't nearly done. He thrusted deeply and was at a fast pace making her to reach her second release. She came again a reaming loud as she dug her nails deeper into his flesh causing blood to ooze out. Damien didn't mind the small cut. His desires had enveloped all his senses and after her third release, he growled and came deep inside her flooding her insides with his warm thick liquid.

She was probably with a cute guy ogling at his baby blue eyes. I growled. Pathetic! Anything involving feelings was now pathetic. Those who had feelings were now pathetic. The whole world as far as I know was; pathetic. In a way, I was pathetic too since I missed Jack and all the stupid lovey-dovey pathetic memories we shared. I got up from the chair and stretched as far as my tired joints would let me. It was dark outside already and dressed like a sleepy bum would be the appropriate way to go to the store just across the street. My red hair was a tangled mess that completed the look.

After glancing at me for a few seconds, he proceeds to sketch. Matteo is in full concentration mode now, and when he's not looking I sneak a glance over at him. His brows are furrowed, focusing intently on the paper and his left hand is holding the end of the pencil so elegantly. He's so serious, yet he looks so at home when he is drawing. Something tells me that photography is his day job and his way to make ends meet but this is his true passion, and something he is serious at working towards.

I started scribbling the piece of charcoal on the paper. Imagining their softness, their texture, their warmth under my fingertips. With my eyes closed. I was so lost in them, oblivious of everything. That I didn't realize I was breathing heavily by the time I was done. My fingertips were all black with the scribbling and my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Slowly opening my eyes, I stared at the drawing I had created. And a strange kind of euphoria fills me. My own eyes widened in surprise. It was...... beautiful.