Selena Quintanilla Drawings Novels & Stories

Moving his face closer to her, he sucked her lips again, sending pleasure of joy to her. He kissed her entire face, sucking each corner gently until he reached her neck. He observed the purple marks given by him that felt like art on her neck. It was their beautiful memory that would remind them of their first match. Shawn was indeed a painter who colored Selena's life. Her tiny smile grew bigger in a few moments with him. Those pranks together gave joy to their lonely lives. The way he seduced her with his affection, and she couldn't help but fall every time.

"Together." Selena's eyes locked on Ken's, a fierce determination burning in their depths. "I'll be back soon," she said, her voice low and even. Ken nodded, his expression grim. "Be careful." Selena's gaze flicked to the Eclipse, still clutched in her hand. She nodded, tucking the artifact into her jacket. With a swift motion, Selena raised her hand, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. The shadows around her seemed to coalesce, darkening into a swirling vortex.

The moon goddess never makes a mistake," he assures. Liam knew that what Selena needed now is someone beside her, she is going through a lot. It is fucking obvious that she is passing through pain, she hasn't been herself lately. She looked fragile and malnourished which terrifies him but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't force her to accept the news but in all, he knew that she could still come to the reality that the fate of the supernatural depends on her palms.

Selena did not know if she would have such a good opportunity in the future. She hurriedly caught up to Harvey and said excitedly and politely, “Will you give me an autograph first?” Harvey froze for a moment. Then, he smiled with squinted eyes and nodded. He took out the pen he carried with him and gestured. Selena paused. She suddenly realized that she did not have any paper, so she looked at her white skirt with pity and stepped forward.

Underneath her portrait was a single line: ‘The witch who seeks the power of the chosen wolf. Killian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She has been planning this for decades.” Selene felt a chill run down her spine. “But there’s something else here,” she said, turning the page. This time, she froze completely. Because the next drawing was of a small child. A girl with pale silver eyes and a birthmark on her shoulder, a crescent moon. Killian stared. “Selene… that child… looks like you.” Selene could not move, and she could not breathe. Her heartbeat slowed as she traced the lines of the drawing.

Exposing everything usually hidden. But. Something about Sienna. Something safe. Something genuine. Something trustworthy. "Okay. Yeah. I guess. If you want." The sketches. Powerful. Dark. Raw. Pain visible. Trauma expressed. Survival documented. All in pencil. In charcoal. In simple lines creating complex emotions. "Lila. These are extraordinary. Truly. The emotion. The technique. The honesty. You have real talent. Real gift. Real voice." "They're just. Stuff. Things I draw when I can't sleep. When memories are too loud. When I need to get things out of my head."

“I was still busy too.” Julio glanced at the table in front of Sheena. “What’s that?” Sheena pulled out several sheets of paper. “Dress designs.” Julio sat beside her. “May I see them?” Sheena handed him the papers. “Don’t laugh, okay? It’s been a long time since I last drew.” Julio examined them seriously. Several seconds passed in silence. “Why are you quiet?” Sheena asked, slightly nervous. Julio lifted his face. “This… is very good.”

Kane said. Selena studied the smudged lines. “You can fix it,” she replied. Kane shook his head. “No. It won’t look the same.” Selena reached forward, pressing her fingers into the dust. “You don’t need the same,” she said softly. “You make a new path.” Kane stared at her for a moment, absorbing the words. Then slowly, he began drawing again. A different shape this time. Not identical. But workable. From the window, Sienna felt her breath catch slightly.

Cattleya nodded in appreciation, “That’s more like it. Now Selena. I leave them to you.” She exclaimed, “This is too much.” Cattleya laughed, ruffling her hair, “Are you already turned on, sweetness? I can help with that later.” “No—no thank you.” “I’ll check in on you later. Enjoy.” She turned to her lovers, “And you two… don’t tease her too much. I need that painting done.” They giggled, promising nothing. When Cattleya went out, Selena observed the women shyly. She studied the figures lying before her critically and analyzed the play of light, the angle of their limbs and the lines of their form. They smirked at her and she hid behind her canvas again.

I hope you have enough mana Jemmy. Selena gazes on the children picture hung on the wall. She remembers when Jeremiah drew the picture for her right after her parent’s death. The crayon picture has shown her holding hands together with Jeremiah and his parents in front of a house, it’s written on the bottom, ‘me, Selena, Dad, and Mom together forever.’ Even though the picture is badly drawn, it warms her heart whenever she sees it. The picture is like a sign that Jeremiah has accepted her as a sister.