Novel & Cerita Selena Quintanilla Drawings

She looked casual, grounded—nothing like the monster Selena had imagined. Then something caught Selena’s eye—a little girl by the window, bent over crayons. Dark curls, shy smile, lost in her drawing. Innocent. Untouched. It hurt, seeing how normal, loved, and alive she was. Elara must have felt Selena’s stare—she paused, watching Selena switch from her to the child. “Can I help you?” Elara asked, polite but wary. Selena’s mouth went dry. Everything she’d practiced just vanished.

The designs were arranged aesthetically and— emotionally? But these weren't just what had her attention flipping over in confusion but the drawings she found on the walls— they were drawings of Selena and for the first time, Josette was getting a glimpse of what this woman actually looked like. And there was no doubt, Selena Vortessa was a carbon copy of Josette Montgomery. " H-how?" She muttered, her hand stretched over to feel one of the pencil drawings of Selena Vortessa. Beneath the drawing was a small writing there. Her eyes danced curiously over there.

She tried to call some of them back, but they were too focused on their drawings. Selene continued helping the kids. She drew a tiger for one boy and a unicorn for a little girl. The children cheered and showed their drawings to each other proudly. For the first time in a long time, Selene felt useful. She felt like she was doing something good.

Selena muttered, staring at the crescent moon from where she sat with a stick of cigarette stuck between her fingers. "Hungry?" Gina asked. "No," Selena bluntly replied, taking a drag at the cigarette. "Cruella called," Gina muttered as she dropped the glass of alcohol before her. Selena hummed and shook off the ashes of the cigarette, her eyes still fixed on the lonely moon. Gina noticed the calmness and followed her eyes. "It is just like you. Beautiful, alone, and different," Gina said, smiling. Selena finally looked away and tilted her head to the side, her eyes piercing into Gina's eyes.

Helena had never ransacked her father's room before because it was rude. But for now Helena ventured, because of her longing for her father. Helena took a good look at the sketch, seeing two toddlers who were very… twins. Helena was silent, this is not her, because Helena and Selena are not twins at all. But in this sketch, there are two toddlers who are very twins starting from the face and even body shapes. Helena thinks hard who is behind this sketch? Helena turned it over, there were Selena and Silvana's names on it. Helena raised her eyebrows, who is it again? Silvana? Selena's twin? Since when did her sister have a twin?

Selena shook her head, "No! I'm okay here.." Her eyes fell on his wrists, which were very thin and white, with long, slender fingers and beautiful bone lines. Rufus had an email to deal with, so he didn't talk to her anymore and turned on the computer to deal with work temporarily. Selena put down the cup, took out her iPad and the capacitive pen, opened the painting software, and started to paint stroke by stroke... After Rufus finished processing the email, he heard his phone vibrate, and when he opened it, he saw the group message 99+.

Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

"What's it, sweetie?" Saben pushed the paper in her face. "Look! I did this for you! Sabrina took the paper, her heart softening at the sight. It was a drawing of their family—stick figures with big smiles, holding hands. Above them was a bright yellow sun, and beside them was a dog that Saben often talked about wanting. “It’s beautiful, Saben,” Sabrina said, pulling him into a hug. “You’re such a talented artist!” Benedict walked over and crouched beside them, ruffling Saben's hair to give him an occasional genuine but rare smile. "You did this all on your own, buddy?"

I stormed into the booth. Flynn froze in his seat, a stack of photos slipping from his fingers. Two nude strippers knelt between his legs. I registered the images scattered across the glass table. Dozens of photos of Selena. Award ceremonies. Grocery runs. And at the top, her by a pool, red hair piled high, purple bikini clinging to curves that hadn’t softened in exile. Water droplets traced the swell of her breasts. A wave of possessiveness and fury crashed over me, so intense it made my skin crawl. I glared at the strippers, who had both turned to look at me. "Get the fuck out!"

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"