Passionate Drawings Novels & Stories

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

He stared at it with so much intensity. “What's behind the inspiration?” “Nothing in particular, I just sat down and... drew.” I explained. I collectively remembered the day I drew the portrait. I had just finished having little fall out with mom, I walked towards my pencil, as I held the pencil, so many emotions began to flow through. Carefully, I began to draw. The drawing took five hours to complete, I had lost track of time. When I was done, I was surprised to see what I had done. It was a well sculptured drawing of a bleeding girl, standing next to a huge creature, more like a huge dog with blazing eyes that could kill its prey. They were both surrounded by the forest, brown tree branch

“Do you want to pick it up with me, Joshua?” Lily gained a lot of fame in the world of painting when she was alive, and many people bought her paintings. After she passed away, one of Joshua’s hobbies was to buy back all of the paintings Lily had sold to be part of his collection. Hence, he had traveled to quite a number of places before. In the past, he would have been excited about this, but at present, Joshua could not muster the happiness he thought he would have. He just grunted and could not find the energy to move. After some hesitation, he eventually got up and said, “Let’s go.”

I’d go buy us party tickets, Have fuck… sorry, Fun. I rolled my eyes, focusing on the pictures I had found on my phone from years ago. I needed inspiration for drawing, and the pizza boxes Kian brought did the trick. After years, I was finally starting to draw something that actually made sense. Being with Kian gave me the inspiration I needed; for the first time in forever, I was actually drawing something I was proud of.

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

He went even closer to me and pulled my body towards him. He gently pushed me in and I didn't even stop him. He closed the door behind him and pulled me by the waist. He held my chin up and made me look into his eyes. He looked directly at me as if he was looking for something and waiting to see something in my eyes. My breathing hitched when he slightly caressed the small of my back. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed my body's reaction to his touch, "Because it wasn't just lust for me, Cian. I am badly smitten that I was not able to control myself. All I have in mind is to make love to you that night and make you feel how I am so, so in love with you.”

“I will not let him destroy me.” I picked up my tablet and started sketching again, each design sharper, bolder, more confident than the last. My fingers moved with a mix of rage and longing, creating delicate yet fierce lines that mirrored how I felt inside. Every piece was a story: my anger, my heartbreak, my obsession, my drive.

At first Annika doesn't give response but soon she starts to responding him and kissed him back. He slowly strokes her lips with his tongue making way of his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands find the way in his hairs and His hands also find the way to pull her more close to him. After fifteen minutes they break apart do to the lack of oxygen. Annika shyly look at him who was looking her with dark eyes Before she can understand the meaning of his eyes He again claimed her lips. This is one of the Best kiss of her life given by Shivaay. So soft and still full of passion

“Who needs you to hang around me?” “As I was saying you just continue being you, he’ll change one day, my son isn’t a bad guy, he’s just angry I arranged his marriage without informing him” Florence said, placing a hand on Angela’s shoulder. “Really?” Angela asked. “Of course, follow me, I’ll show you everything about his growing up” Florence took Angela by the arm and went up the stairs. She took her to a room that had a lot of young boy stuffs in it, the painting on the wall was blue, the bedsheets were also blue, the rug, everything was blue. Florence took out a magazine and sat on the bed with Angela and began telling her more about Trenton. Angela heard from Florence that Trenton was a

Only I loved him. "It's been too long. Can I still do this?" I muttered. I used a stylus pen to work on the drawing. It was easier than moving the cursor. It felt awkward at first. I had been out of practice for too long, but I paused for a moment, then looked for inspiration. Before long, I continued the drawing. I was immersed in my work. This is me. Being someone who can create and express myself. Not long after, I heard Cillian's supercar enter the packhouse arena.