Tiffany Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

My free hand flexed at my side, fighting the urge to do something stupid. “Oh hello," Tiffany approached us with swaying hips and a saccharine smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She stopped right in front of Valentina, ignoring me completely at first like I was beneath her notice. “Valentina, darling,” Tiffany purred, her voice dripping false sweetness that made my skin crawl. “You clean up so well for someone who wasn’t exactly raised in circles like these.” “Tell me, how does it feel walking into real power after… whatever pack orphan dumb life you crawled out of? Must be quite the upgrade.”

Unmarried, ill-tempered, and infatuated with Mark Tremont, she babbled about him with the other students every day. Arianne Wynn shook her head. “I don’t have a photo…” The tutor’s face fell. “But you drew him so well? All based on imagination? Have you met him in person? Be a good sport, show me the photo. Your drawing… it looks like he’s just sitting around at home? The internet doesn’t have photos like this. Where did you get it from?” Tiffany Lane could no longer hold herself back. “What’s the fuss now? She’s said that she’s got no photo, that’s it. Her drawing skills have always been great, don’t you know your own students?”

A cruel vow it was, but was she not already an orphan unwanted by her actual parents? Tiffany continued to hold her act as she lamented her terrible fate of being misunderstood and unloved by her loved ones. ‘Since she’s so into her act, why not make it happen for her?’ Charmine mused to herself as her lips curled into a smirk. “I would’ve fallen for your act, but sadly, I have evidence here.” With that, she tossed a stack of photos toward Tiffany. The photos were taken backstage of the Mercedes Auto Show: A photo captured the exchange of looks between Tiffany and Veronica, another photo captured the evil look on Tiffany’s eyes watching Veronica, and one was showing Tiffany transferring the

She was fully immersed in her work and was not aware of the otherworldly things. Around an hour later, Dr. Valentine entered the hall and saw her lost in her drawing. Smiling a little, he walked to her. His jaw fell apart in surprise to see the art. She drew and colored the cherry blossom tree. It looked so vibrant and lively. He was amazed by her work and started clapping spontaneously. Startled, Lisa dropped the pencil and turned her head, only to see him smiling brightly at her. She gawked at him without a blink. “I knew that you can do it. Look, how beautifully you draw.”

he didn't mean to sound desperate, but he couldn't fight the pain swelling in his heart for her. "B-But… I'm tired," Valerie whines in refute, she felt she needed to cry, but the cold magic thrumming through her veins froze her tears also. At this moment, she only wanted Nia. She wanted her wolf's sweet voice to take her someplace else, as she would have done in the past.

Audrey pouted her mouth, dropping her drawing book on the bed. Valerie exhaled deeply, and her eyes caught with the picture hung on the wall, close to her bed. It was a picture of Audrey and her handsome daddy. “He's really handsome”. “What are you looking at, Miss old-fashioned? Don't tell me you're already falling for my daddy, you just came a few minutes ago. I can't believe you! That's my number one rule from now on” The little girl shrieked, and Valerie flinched.

I follow her gaze. "I told you to trash that one away, Tiffany. That's the wrong one," Timmy mutters, trying to take the paper away from her. Tiffany's face falls. "I'm sorry, Timmy. I forgot to throw it away when I heard Aunt Rosa's voice." "Let me see what you have there," I say, my voice gentle as I stretch out my hand. Tiffany hesitates for a moment before handing me the paper. I unfold it, and my heart skips a beat. It's a crude drawing of a family - a mother, a father, and two children. But the father's figure is erased, leaving only a faint outline.

“Trust me. The sooner you accept everything the better. And at least you won’t feel like you are losing your mind.” “That’s spicy coming from someone who hasn’t done the accepting herself.” Tiffany smiled and I frowned at her. She opened a page in her black book that depicted a drawing of a girl with orange hair between a guy with blonde hair and another with brown hair. She had one hand on the cheek of the brown hair guy while the blonde had his finger under her chin as if turning her to face him. This looked so... Intimate. So… off! How the hell does she even draw all of this! I bet my whole life story was on one of these pages.

"I was just thinking." Tiffany walked over and looked at her. "Thinking about what?" Valerie quickly folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, setting it aside before turning her full attention to Tiffany. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you and Landon," she said, reaching out, tugged at her braid. Tiffany's face lit up with innocence, her eyes sparkling. "Can I help with sorting the presents?" she asked eagerly. "Of course," Valerie replied, her heart warming at her eagerness. She looked at Tiffany carefully. This girl had grown so beautiful. River and Ellie needed to make sure they keep a close eye on her. "Let's see what else is in these boxes."