روايات وقصص ضمن Tiffany Valentine Drawing

The evidence against Tiffany was damning, and the weight of the truth was suffocating. Mr. Valle's face contorted with rage as he absorbed the depth of Tiffany's deceit. He didn't hold back his fury, his palm connecting with Tiffany's cheek in a stinging slap. "You have no right to hurt and use our daughter, Tiffany! Everybody is right! You're such a gold-digging bitch!" The resounding slap echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the consequences of Tiffany's actions. Her cheek burned with pain, mirroring the burning shame she felt inside.

However, she was worried about Abbie. "It's alright, I'm okay." Abbie shook her head and continued, "Valeria, why don't you draw for me when you're free? I know you're good but had no idea you're so talented when you have drawn your husband so beautifully. Please paint me a picture when you have the time and I'll hang it in my room as a decoration." "Sure, as long as you don't mind my amateur drawing skill." Valeria handed her drawings to the personnel to make an album out of it. She had also chosen William's favorite song to go with the album.

"Come on, Valerie, you know I don't tell lies. Okay, yeah, I may be up to one or two mischiefs sometimes, but I've always been honest with you. After leaving you in the afternoon when you were having lunch with your brother and his girl, I came here and I drew your face. I didn't look at any pictures while drawing it. I drew it from the heart because I have every inch of your body engraved in my memory." "It's beautiful, Andre. I didn't know you could draw," Valerie said. "Well, it has always been a talent of mine," Andre said. "From when I was little, I'd paint and draw. Of course, I did other things, but this was something I loved doing.

"I need to talk to you about something. A proposal to be specific." All the courage I save and the motivation I had with Tiffany evaporated with the wind. Feels like he absorbed it all. I glanced at my back and spotted Tiffany peaking at the end of the door. She gave me formed a knuckled fist and her mouth formed to a tight-lipped as if encouraging me. It somehow lifted my spirit. I looked back to Tyler and forced myself to smile. "What does this proposal about?" I noticed the tomb with fresh calla lily flowers on a vase and a painting of the lady smiling. I wonder if one of his job descriptions's a painter. I imagined the painting hanging on an exhibit, photographs, critics, and sold to mil

*Xanvier's pov* I smiled like a school boy as I held the candles as though they were candies. Few nights ago at Mexico, I planned something similar, but Sandra stayed up late at work. Tonight, it's going to as planned, I feel it already. "One, two, three..." I counted as I placed candle on each stair. I continued like that until I reached the bedroom. I hurriedly downstairs to lit it and back inside the room to make the bed. I was super excited. I checked my drawer for the pack of condoms I bought earlier, took it out and placed it on th the bed for easy access.

There were framed photos of Dean everywhere now — his first lost tooth, a birthday picture, a crayon scribble on the fridge. “Mummy, look!” Dean handed her a folded drawing, nearly tearing it in his excitement. Tessa opened it gently. It was crude, colored in waxy strokes, but clear enough. Three stick figures stood under a sun. One had a pink dress, one a square suit, and the smallest one held both their hands. Above it, in sprawling child handwriting: “Me, Mummy and Dad.” Her throat tightened. “I made it today in school. Miss Olivia said we should draw our favorite people.”

It was a picture of my paintings and drawings back when I had the time to do all that. "Oh my" I exclaimed with teary eyes. Tiffany "Hope you like it?" Tiana "Yeah ..we will be out of reach for a while. Going camping " Tiffany "Yeah...take care. love you.... hearts hearts hearts" I stared through the phone with alot of emotions going through my heart. Those were pictures of my work and back then my work meant every thing to me. It helped me express myself more and I couldn't help but wonder what happened. After going through them, I made a decision that night and slept off.

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

he said and got up, Tiffany held him by his shoulders and led him inside the mini room. She dropped him down carefully and walked out breathing heavily, the boy was like a sack of potatoes. She went and stood before the unfinished drawing. Although it was unfinished, she could tell whose drawing it was, he was going to draw Aileen again! Doesn't he ever get fed up with it? She took a brush and dabbed it with paint and ruined the drawing "You bitch!". She then took her glass of wine and threw it on the canvas as if it wasn't ruined enough yet.

It was a crayon drawing. Although it was messy, you could tell what she drew. Elowen had drawn two figures holding hands. One was a tiny girl in a pink dress. The other was a taller woman with long dark hair, wearing a suit. Above their heads, she had drawn a massive blue ocean with giant cargo ships floating in the water. She had drawn herself and Tyla Avery. I stared at the wrinkled paper for a long time after everyone else had gone to bed. Tyla had mentioned she had a child of her own.