Romantic Drawings For Boyfriend Easy Novels & Stories

He yawned, still blinking at her like an owl. Whitney’s tension cracked at the edges, yet she knelt, brushing his hair back. “I’m here now.” He nodded solemnly, as if that solved everything in the universe, he held up a folded paper from behind his back. “What’s that?” she asked. “A drawing,” he mumbled. “For you.” She unfolded it, revealing a crooked house, two boys badly drawn but smiling, and a tall woman with ridiculous silver hair that swooped like a superhero cape.

When I opened the box, there was a folded white bond paper with a handwritten note inside. "You better do your best and let God do the rest, babe. I'll be here waiting. I love you. xoxo Brixton." A crooked drawing of himself and myself was on the upper part of the nite, and it looked like he was hugging me. I giggled when I realized that he probably avoided sleeping last night to make this gift and think of what he should put on the small note. "So what did you get from your bashful lover boy?"

After saying that, I went inside his condo and landed on the couch. I'm so exhausted. I changed my clothes into pajamas and took a body shower. "You drew this?" I heard Sean ask as I came out of the shower room. Oh, the drawing from Yohan. I smirked as I thought of something. "No, my boyfriend drew that," I replied and grabbed the drawing from him. He looked at me with a perplexed face. "It's impossible for you to get a boyfriend in just a day." Hah? Is he disparaging me?

Salva had to suffer the same faith. “Your sister told me that you love to draw.” I wondered what else Marina told him. I nodded. I took out a small sketch pad and my favorite pencil from my bag. “Would you like me to draw you?” He didn’t answer but he looked at me. “You don’t have to stay still.” I started to sketch out his outline. I took quick glances at him and continued. The more I drew him the more I noticed how handsome he was. After what seemed to be an hour, I finalized my drawing and erased some of the stray marks. I showed the picture to him and he seemed amused.

"Tell me what she looks like. Do you know her name?" I shook my head negatively. "I know nothing of her. Not a name or where she's from" I sighed. "Just a second" I kissed him, turning to the bedside table. I pulled out a pen and paper. I conjured her image once again in my head and began to sketch on the paper. I sincerely hope it'll be better than the one I drew at the Castle. I drew on the paper, not leaving out a single detail. Soon I was done. I showed it to Cameron. "I'll send word out, I'll forward this drawing to several Packs and allies. Someone is bound to find out something" Cameron replied, his eyes falling on the drawing once more. He examined it briefly, before his eyes widened

'' You are making embarrassed,'' he asserts. '' Oh how cute you are, I like this point about you,'' she said hugging him tightly. '' Do you remember,'' she lifts her face. '' I also drew a painting of you when I first met you. It was full of scribbles though as I could not paint just like you or draw well that much. But you said,' What you draw with your heart, what you draw with your love will always be special to me, ' I am still following those words from you till this day,'' she said as her hand was drawing near his face as they looked into each other's eyes.

She checked all of her Mingchan drawings. “I miss you so much, Mingchan. Please come back.” Mukgu murmured while scanning all of her Mingchan drawings. She even saw some of Mingchan’s writings for her. The writings: ‘Hi, my girlfriend. I love you so much! - Mingchan, your boyfriend.’

Can't wait for tonight. I looked up and down the hall. James was watching me with a small smile. I felt my heart nearly explode with love for this guy. Love. I walked down the hall towards him, holding the drawing to my stomach. When I got to him I looked up into his face and held up the drawing. "I didn't even see you this morning. When did you get the time to draw this?" "I saw you walking in this morning. I thought you looked cute, so I thought I'd let you know." He shrugged. I smiled up at him and placed my hand that wasn't holding the picture on his face tiptoed up against him and pressed my lips to his.

Well, my favorite thing to do in the world, that is, before I discovered sex with Derrick. I go slow, and I capture all of it. Every line, every detail. He’s gorgeous, and scarred, and broken, and perfect. A rebel without a cause and mine. I know how possessive it sounds, and I don’t care. He’s mine. I repeat it in my head as I draw, my eyes flicking between him and the page, and then back again. I sketch, I smudge, I shade and I redraw, taking every single bit of him from real life to sketch pad. At some point, my robe falls open, but I don’t care. I just keep drawing.

I couldn’t even hide my smile… it stretched slowly and warmly across my lips before I surrendered the board to him. He took it with careful fingers, like he was receiving something sacred. He stared at it. And I watched his face instead of the drawing. My drawing was small and cute… a tiny family holding hands under a sun, smiling. A mother… a father… and a little child between them. No crowns. No pack symbols. Just love. Just peace. Safe to say it was exactly what I wanted. A life with him and our kids, safe from chaos. “I love it,” he said quietly, eyes still on the drawing.