Romantic Drawings For Boyfriend Easy Novels & Stories

He hands me a vase filled with beautiful purple flowers. “Oh? Thank you.” Closing the door, I read the note, and all it says is, Mine! I laugh. It’s obviously Raphael. This is so sweet and funny. Another small note attached to the vase falls. Note: I won’t stop fighting until you love me. Until you want me back as your mate. You can push me away, lay into me, or tear me down; if that’s what it takes for all your anger and sadness to turn into happiness, I will gladly be your punching bag… or rather, your boytoy. Use me as you see fit.

His shoes are gone, hair in a messed halo, clutching a folded sheet of paper with a crayon drawing that is both ridiculous and the most perfect thing I have ever seen. “Daddy!” He launches at me and collapses into my lap, arms flinging around my neck. His hug is fierce and immediate and I realize how desperately I wanted this to be normal. His small hands are warm; the smell of soap and crayons surrounds him. His little legs are damp from running through the corridor, and he presses his drawing into my chest. “Eli,” I say, voice thick. “Hey, mate.” He presses the drawing up to my face. “I made another one for you. It’s a rocket-robot that spits water to put out bad guys.” He grins as if he’s

When he pulls back, his eyes drop to the locket, then return to mine. “This one…” he says, nodding toward the sketch of my face. “I mean… I’m in love with your face. I drew it before exams ended, when I missed you having you around. Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep… so I drew you.” “And this…” His voice dips lower. “This is us.” He nods toward the sketch of our hands. “This is my favorite part. Our hands together.” He swallows before continuing. “I sketched them because they say everything I feel. That I’m yours. And I want to walk through everything with you like this… fingers locked with yours, no matter where we go.”

After that he proceeded to work. “Hmm, Miss Berdin, sharp edges but a great start,” I nodded and smiled at him. “But it made the drawing more attractive. The shading is good too, some parts still need improvements but it's easy. Very good and your subject is really gorgeous,” he commented. “Boyfriend?” he asked so suddenly that I couldn’t answer right away. Tanya then answered for me but he told him that Lucas is my boyfriend. My face heated out of embarrassment on Lucas, he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t want him to think I was spreading lies about us.

"Ahh, babe!" "Are you done, babe?" I asked, linking my arm with Damien's. His 6'5" frame towered over me, making me feel small—like a damn chick beside him. I fucking hated it. My heart hammered fast and hard. "Can you please act like my boyfriend for just five minutes?" I whispered, eyes pleading. If he didn't help, those creeps wouldn't stop—and I might do something stupid. "Boyfriend, huh?" Damien asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

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.

he asked, seeking reassurance. Camila's laughter filled the air, a joyous sound. "You are my boyfriend now, and I am your girlfriend," she replied, a wide smile illuminating her face. Ethan's smile mirrored her own, capturing the happiness that blossomed between them. Ethan had dedicated hours of his time to finding the perfect way to propose to Camila and ask her to be his girlfriend. Having been out of the dating game for a while, he felt a bit rusty when it came to romantic gestures. After scouring the internet for ideas, he stumbled upon a suggestion involving a rose and a necklace. Suddenly, a memory resurfaced—Camila had mentioned her desire to taste his cooking. This presented Ethan w

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

, Neil said and hovered over her body without waiting for a second, DEVIL slammed his lips on the lips of ANGEL. *** 6) Thumping Hearts ❤️ Aashmaan was cleaning Nilay's room and found a drawing. A beautiful calligraphy caught her eye. 'I LIKE YOU'. Aashmaan smiled and she was about to put it back but she again glanced at the drawing. It was a sketch picture of a girl. Suddenly, Nilay entered his room and saw his mother had his sketch in her hand. He turned red and looked down at the floor. "So my Nili is liking someone, huh?", Aashmaan teased her 15-year-old son.