Tiffany Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

Tanner could see a dark cobalt blue bottle of what she believed to be massage oil at the edge of the sheet. "I used the roses you gave me," Casey commented softly. Tanner looked down into brilliant sea green eyes that reflected her own desire. "It's very beautiful." She watched as the shorter woman retrieved something from the back pocket of her jeans. Taking the small white envelope that was handed to her, she pulled out the card. I have done a lot of thinking, crying, and letting go. I would very much like to be your Valentine if you would like to still be mine. Happy late Valentine's Day. With much hope, Casey. Tanner smiled as she tucked the card in her own back pocket. The backs of long

I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one. “Can’t?” He wrote. I don’t fucking know what to answer to this. Should I go? Will I survive a dinner with Blake Valentino? “Sure. :)” I messaged back. If my internal self can scream audibly, I would have made a commotion. It made breathing a little hard but I composed myself. Blake is just on the other side of this glass wall. I am quite happy I wore my little black dress today. I can just leave my blazer here in the office after work.

This would be the very first time that I’ll be giving Lucifer a love letter and I just hope he’ll love it. I drew a cartoon of a boy frowning with a girl smiling beside him holding each other’s hands then I wrote a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Love!’ in the middle of the card’s front page. I put some heart stickers and ribbons on each side then some glitters inside after I wrote my message to him. It was simple yet cute for me. I'll give it to him tomorrow with the chocolate that I'll be making.

In Charlotte’s memories, Tiffany always put on a white dress, and she was as pure as the white lily. However, Tiffany was currently wearing a tight red suit that could barely cover her body and a nurse’s cap. Her lips were painted red like blood, and they were demonically eye-catching. What startled Charlotte even more was that the moment Tiffany set her foot in the lobby, she unzipped the zipper on the chest of her tight-fitting dress in front of the three men and said in a charming voice, “Which one of you three is the client Mr. Valentine wants me to serve?”

Liza drew her words like a snail with a glint of surprise popping in her almond eyes every time she glanced at the painting. It was a faceless man with a partly unbuttoned shirt and a dagger tattoo. He stood sideways. His shoulders were broad and his abs flawless. It made her wonder why Valerie draw a faceless incredibly hot guy. Did she fantasize about him? " So I gotta ask. Why did you draw a man that too faceless" Breathing out loudly, Val explained " I guess. I am just trying to figure out what he looks like but my memories are fuzzy. I must have seen his face somehow. No matter how dark the room might have been right?"

"What about Arden? He has gone back right?" "Yes, he has. He called me a while ago." Ariel left and Valerie went back to sleep, but she could not sleep. She stood up from the bed and decided to draw the waterfall they had gone to; the scenery is still vivid in her head. Valerie set her drawing board, sat down, and began to sketch. It didn't take her long to be done. Satisfied with her work, she left it to dry. A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door. It was Audrey. She had come to invite Valerie to dinner.

The atmosphere was really awkward for her alone, when other ladies had their boyfriend, or finance with them all enjoying a blissful afternoon and here she was waiting for her boyfriend's arrival. She wore a long white shirt, with tight red jeans that brought out her shape really well. At the back of her shirt, a red big heart shape was drawn with a word boldly screaming Valentine's day underneath it. Her long blonde almost white hair was packed neatly in a ponytail style. Valerie was a young lady gifted with round small lips, pointed nose which fitted her face well, long eyelashes which didn't need the artificial one again, and lovely deep blue eyes that fitted her round small face properly

I would apologize to her in person. I would get on my knees and beg her to forgive me. I would give her everything that was Rebecca's. The night before the auction, I walked into Valerie's studio. The faint scent of turpentine and her gardenia perfume still hung in the air. It was so light, but it was suffocating me. I traced my fingers over an unfinished sketch on her easel. It was a self-portrait. Her in a white dress, smiling by a window. The sunlight on her face was so soft, so beautiful.

"I don't care to look at it. I just want to be pissed off for a while. And maybe make you wander around school doting on me and turning your nose up at the likes of Tiffany. You should probably carry my books, too. Oh, and I might have drawn a few mustaches on papers left in the student center." "On me? Why?" I pushed her back to see her expression. "No! On Tiffany. Don't worry, I used a light blue Sharpie to keep with school spirit." Her laughter filled the air around us, and I quickly became aware of people staring in our direction. Seconds after we seemed to have moved past the uncomfortable photograph, Tiffany wandered up as though she'd been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"