Tiffany Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

I walked away from him not liking the idea of it. "Valentine, come here!" He called me but I ignored him, I walked away to take my drink. "Babe, come here!" He literally shout that out, I drank my water quickly because the emotion that I have. "Uhmm Valentine." I turned to see a junior "Yes? Do you need anything?" I asked and he scratches the back of his head "Are you free this friday? I was wondering if you-"

After ten more minutes as I finally finish my girl's portrait, Michael has finished the flower vase. That drawing is again amazing. Orange tulips in beautiful blue vase. But since it's just a flower vase and he did it really quickly, it's not something really great like the first drawing. Probably he wanted to finish the scenery drawing now itself.

“You sound like you’re already giving up, and it feels like this is the last time I ever see you.” “It’s better this way. I’m a criminal, Tara.” He stood up and walked away. “Go, and don’t come to visit me again.” “Val!” I quickly rose to my feet and followed him until he reached the door. “Tara, please?” I watched the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Val, we still have time. Don’t go, please?” The door opened from the outside. Valentine walked out. “Just five more minutes, please? I wanna ask how to find Sawyer.”

I look at his brown eyes with a pitiful expression as I empathize with him. "Yeah, I am. Today is the anniversary. I will carry it to the cemetery as a gift for her where she rests." He takes his book out of his bag and shows me the drawing. It was just stunning. She looks like a deity with her light brown eyes, long wavy hair, long, thick eyelashes, and beautiful brown melanin skin. In the bottom right corner of the drawing, I found the message "To my love Valentina, forever and always," along with a red rose. She has always had a soft spot for roses.

Tiffany sat in her big office as she sketched freely on a paper, at that moment, she was oblivious to every thing going on around her. All she saw at that moment was herself, the design on her head, the paper on a table, and all we wanted to do is to draw it out and make the world wear the new beautiful design she was creating. It was her passion, her happiness, it is what she loves doing the most and for that reason, she never ran out of idea, even in her saddest moment, she created designs, that is how much she loves what she does.

Not with him watching. Smack. She licked her lips, eyes sparkling. “Well, if I’m a dog… then you must be a Chihuahua. Pathetic. You finger yourself screaming his name into the night.” Valerie’s face went white. “No… no…” she whispered, eyes falling on the pair of male shoes standing a few feet away. Oh Moon Goddess—Ace. Tiffany’s smirk widened. “How would someone like Ace ever like you, when you helped me bully his perfect little Snow?” she said coldly, then laughed softly. “Grow up, Valerie.”

Finally, I pushed the door open. She sat at the oak desk, her hair falling wild and loose, ink smeared across her fingers. Maps, names, sketches, every surface was covered in her fury. Lines connected, arrows stabbed across pages, every path narrowing down to one name, scrawled again and again in furious ink strokes: Tiffany. She had carved the name into the paper as though she wanted to carve it into Tiffany’s flesh. “You haven’t eaten,” I said quietly, my voice sounding thin even to me.

It was not clear who the stick like figures were at first glance but children always had unique ways to represent people. She could recognize Greg from the crooked suit, Ryan was a smaller stick figure and the female stick figure beside him looked ordinary. However, her clothes were painted in red and he drew red heels for her. This was clearly Tiffany; Isabelle didn’t like red nor had she worn it in front of him before. However the park was drawn very detailed and she guessed they must have gone to the park recently. Maybe that was part of the reasons why he had drawn Tiffany instead since that was what in his little memory. She couldn’t fault him for that.

… In the car, Jade clutched the design drafts tightly as if they were the most precious treasure in the world, afraid that they would disappear if she let go. Tiffany had never seen Jade so tense before and teased her, "Holding them so tight—what, afraid they might fly away?" Jade burst into laughter at her teasing, the tension melting away, though her hands still held the drafts firmly. How could anyone else understand the joy and excitement of recovering something precious? To others, they were drawings. But to Jade, they were the key to changing Melanie’s tragic fate. 'Melanie, I’m coming.' Jade's heart raced uncontrollably, and her hand holding the drafts trembled slightly.

Whatever his true identity might be, his appearance alone was gorgeous enough to put angels to shame, so having one's heart drop at his eye-smile was only a natural human reaction. Valentine turned his gaze to scan the nearby candy display. Then he grabbed one of the paper bags placed here and there between the displays. Opening the bag, Valentine began to sweep every candy in sight into it, starting with the nearest display. Each handful of candy made a tuk-tuk-tuk sound as it fell into the bag. The paper bag, about the size of a child's head, quickly filled with candy. The bag, so stuffed that its sides bulged, looked precarious as if it might burst at any moment. Some of the candies that