Novel & Cerita Selena Quintanilla Drawings

In one stride, he reached the table and picked up the drawing, “Did you get these from school?” He asked, glancing at Santiago, but he shook his head repeatedly. Ricardo shrugged and fully opened the sketches when his eyes narrowed upon seeing the content. It wasn't something Santiago would draw, but a woman. To Ricardo's shock, he was intrigued by the clear drawings, of course, the dresses didn't grasp his interest but the various necklaces which were sketched as part of the dresses So unique and accurate. He found himself checking everything and for the first time he was beyond impressed.

Great. – SELENA Selena received a text from Cynthia right after her class was over. Her friend wanted to hang out right after class. She texted her back with a: Selena: I can’t. Mom wants me home early. Cynthia: Bummer. “Who would want to text the likes of you?” Zacharias Aguila’s mocking voice startled her. She’s sitting in the same spot in the library where she was yesterday. The Evil Spawn took his spot, a shelf between them.

She made her way over to the steps, turned on the tablet, and began drawing. On the tablet were drawings drawn by Jepherson when he was bored. There was also a drawing of a garden overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful. Raeleigh was staring at it in a daze when she heard the sounds of footsteps. She turned around and saw Xandra walking towards her. Raeleigh was surprised for a moment when she saw Xandra. She did not say anything and just stared at her. Xandra approached Raeleigh and smiled. "Are you Raeleigh Anson?"

Sela, Leo, and Arin were their guides, their bridge between the old world and the new. Sela worked with those who were drawn to creation. She brought paints and paper, and simply let them make marks. The first drawings were shaky, abstract, full of dark colors and harsh lines. But as the days passed, the lines softened. Colors appeared. One woman painted a recognizable flower. It was a masterpiece.

I wanted to retort, but my words got stuck as my eyes caught a trail of sweat moving down her neck to between her breasts. “Don't worry; you are at the right table.” I couldn't say anything, my eyes glued to the mini tattoo in her cleavage. And her breasts, of course. I couldn't say anything for a second. Not because of her invitation. Because of the tattoo. A small crescent moon inked just below her collarbone. Selena used to draw moons everywhere. On napkins. On notebooks. On my damn contracts when she thought I wasn't paying attention. My jaw tightened.

“Why don’t you show Daddy the drawing you made? He missed you so much today…” She didn’t say it, but the message was clear: Let the child melt him… and maybe he’ll soften toward me too. Ariana handed him her drawing—three figures holding hands,–the best a child her age could draw. Just beneath it, her careful handwriting: Happy Family. Xander looked up at Selena once—one cold, unreadable glance—then turned to the head maid. “Martha. Take Ariana to bed.” Selena froze, smile cracking.

“No. But I think… they’re afraid of me too.” --- Theron had begun to draw. He filled scrolls with spirals, flame symbols, sigils no tutor had shown him. Some matched the ones in the Flame Temple ruins. Others? Unknown. One drawing stood out. It showed two thrones: one of fire, one of moonlight. And between them, a figure in chains. The figure looked like Selene. --- Selene stared at the image long after Theron had run off to play. Kael appeared beside her. “She’s still the light,” he said softly.

Selena hummed softly as she applied the final touches to her makeup, her mind still lingering on the afternoon she'd spent with Miguel. The memory of his laughter warmed her from within as she reached for her lipstick. "Mama, look!" he had shouted earlier that day, proudly holding up a drawing of what appeared to be two stick figures—one tall, one small—standing before a house with an impossibly large sun beaming down on them. "It's beautiful, mi vida," she had whispered, fighting back tears as she gathered him into her arms. Four years old and already so talented, so perfect. "Is this us?"

the box unlocked and she opened it. In it, there were a few things that were used by Selena as a baby, a picture of Selena when she was born, a picture of Selena when she was 18, a newspaper report regarding Selena, and a wooden plate that has a family tree drawing. Zaden and Orion had settled down with Selena in the middle. “What is this? You were in the newspaper?” Zaden took the piece of laminated cutting.

Complicated and simple at the same time. “She is four,” Elena said. “She knows everyone at the western satellite by their web presence. She knows when someone is sad before anyone tells her. She told Vela last week that the new arrival was going to be okay and Vela asked how she knew and Calla said she could feel it getting better.” She paused. “She is extraordinary.” “Yes,” I said. “I have her drawings on my desk.” Elena looked at me. “She draws the web,” Elena said quietly. “She has been drawing it since she could hold a crayon. I did not understand what she was drawing at first. Then Vela explained it.”