Prom Drawing Novels & Stories

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

“I promised you I would do one thing for you. Say, what request do you want to make?” Anna nodded. Of course, she guessed right. Brandon wanted to talk to you about this. “Hmm..” Anna purposely made Brandon nervous. She pretended to think. “Maybe… er…” Anna looked at Brandon, “I figured it out, I want to ask you, for one thing, you must do it!” Anna smiled softly, but in Brandon’s eyes, it was nothing more than a devil’s smile. “Speak quickly. What do you want me to do for you?” Brandon began to lose patience. Compared to his goofy appearance last night, Anna thought Brandon had multiple personality disorders.

Abeer tried to cheer her up hugging her more into him. ' hmm'adhya hid her face more into his chest. After some time abeer dropped adhya back at her hotel. ************************************ In Audra's bedroom, rudra was selecting some pics which can be printed tonight as he wants to gift them to the Khurrana family. The photographer send him all the pic while going through the photos .he stopped at one photo in which Adhya was dancing with him. A smile crept on his face looking at Adhya's pale face, she is a scared pigeon.

Brandon nodded, his eyes locked on Ashton's, his hands raised and his fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air, as he cast a shimmering barrier around Anakin's small dragon form. The barrier glowed with a soft, blue light, a protective shield that would prevent Anakin from escaping or fleeing from the consequences of his actions. Brandon actually took after his mother's, Ara's magic powers and was able to use it when he was just 2 years old. Ashton then turned to Dustin, his eyes narrowing, his gaze piercing, as he instructed, "And Dustin, summon the rain, and control it properly, so that it falls only on the area within Brandon's barrier." The tone was firm, commanding... leaving no ro

I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin. One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light. "I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.

look from Pim. "What?" Craig shrugged his shoulder. He really don't understand anything right now. He does not have any idea. "You see, there's this infamous band called 'BLACK', and they'll be coming here to shoot a music video. Guess this school's popular huh?" Pim said uninterested. Craig narrowed his brows to how unenthusiastic Pim is. "Hmm- so that's how is it? Any information about the band?" Craig asked which only earned a snort from Pim.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

Ragini said. "Ragini! You go inside," Sumi ordered. "Don't you have any shame? You pretend to be a decent girl but you are a cheap and characterless girl. You spent a whole night with a random guy? Shame on you," Sumi said, pushing Swara while her voice dripped with disgust. "Maa..." Swara said out of shock. "This video is proof of all your cheap activities," Sumi said out of disgust. Ragini ran to Swara to help her.

"And Jackie and the kids." He left the two of them, crossing the room to where Emma and Grant were sprawled on the floor in front of the windows, paper and crayons scattered all around. As he approached, they looked up from their drawings. "Scott, I drew a princess in a castle with snow all around." Emma held up her paper proudly. "That looks great, l'il bit," he smiled. "I'm drawing a race car with a stormtrooper driving it," Grant told him.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.