Tiffany Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

But if everyone repeats the same thing, it will lose its appeal. "Thank you" she replied politely. But her concentration is fixed on the man who is standing on the other side holding a drink while chatting with prince Hector. She knows that he is looking at her even though he is not making it obvious. Tyson couldn't take his eyes off Valerie. She was cute before, but now she is flaming hot. "Hey, freak" they both turned to look at Tasha who is coming their way with her poses in tow. She is wearing a short purple colored babydoll dress that reaches her mid-thigh. She looks beautiful, but her nature destroys her appeal.

"Don't lie to yourself, Tiffany, don't you think we finally deserve some happiness especially you! We can go on vacation, be in love, and everything! You deserve love and happiness, and I can't wait to see you like that. Living in constant fear and hiding, how long are you going to do that?" An hour later. Tiffany took a deep breath, standing in front of Kai's apartment in a silky, sky-blue slip dress with thin spaghetti straps emphasize her shoulders and a neckline that exposes her clavicle and cleavages. The dress is short, brushing her thighs and her hair is loosely styled, messy curly bun with strands framing her face. She finished this look with silver bracelets, and a dainty necklace,

Then, she says, “Wait—you forgot your necklace.” My stomach drops. I gasp, jolting up from the bed, scrambling toward where I left it—the delicate crescent moon pendant Elijah gave me. My fingers fumble as I clasp it around my neck, heart still racing. As I do, Valerie picks something up from my dresser. I don’t notice at first—until I hear her hum in thought. “You draw?” she asks. “Wow, you’re actually pretty good. You should think about doing an art exhibit or something like that. You’d sell out.”