Tiffany Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

So, the class was so noisy except for some students who are drawing without getting distracted. “Just accept it. You don’t have a date for homecoming.” “So what? I don’t care. I am already grieving Ruby’s death. Just go away,” Chloe replied, trying not to show her anger, which she never knows how to express. Who cares about Date in this situation? Tiffany is the same as Becca. Her friends will be cruel like her. Like attracts Like. Evil attracts evil. “Iam talking with you. Stop painting,” Tiffany ordered and snatched the paintbrush from Chloe’s hand.

"I've been bored these past few days, so I thought about where the nursery should be. We can't put off this matter any longer." Valerie took the drawing and turned it around in her hands. "Darling, how do I look at this?" Just as Kieran was figuring out how to answer, she continued, "All these lines and letters, what do they mean? Can't you draw it in color for me? This is too primitive." Finally, Kieran quietly took the drawing from her and said, "Spend the day at home. I'll send you a video this afternoon." He then hugged Valerie and added, "I will come back early to keep you company. Be good."

his love was no longer unrequited. *** Valerie stood on the balcony of her room. her eyes stared at the building right in front of her. Someone lived there. Someone who had the same face but a different nature. The painting was almost finished, it just needed a little more splash. Then, the beautiful sunset scene would look real from Valerie's hands dancing on the canvas. This one day she didn't see Peter show up probably because Valerie also didn't come out of her apartment she was so busy with her world that she missed too much time.

I realized that the vetting had already begun and waited for my submission to come up while my heart pounded. “And this one, from Evelyn Talbot.” The screen lit up with a drawing, beautiful orange and purples stood out from the screen, bathing the designers in the front row in light. A couple of oooh and ahh were heard while I stayed frozen in my seat, staring at a drawing that looked like it was straight out of my sketchbook.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

“Please, God, don’t take her from me. If I have to lose everything else in this world, let me at least keep her. Give me more time. Just more time.” By the time Valerie was five, she had blossomed into a little girl who loved to draw. June noticed how she would take crayons and fill old notebooks with colorful scribbles. She would point at her drawings and say things like, “Mommy, this is us flying in the sky!” or “This is you smiling because I made you pancakes.” Each picture broke June’s heart and healed it at the same time.