Aesthetic Profile Pics Novels & Stories

She had been scarred by too many uninvited pictures of genitalia or generic and disgusting come-ons or indications on how desperately she needed Jesus. She tapped Max’s name to view his profile. A page of bright tiles appeared, Max’s face gracing the majority of them. He was attractive. She felt a subtle jolt looking at his images. Pictures of him with his dog on hiking trails mingled with horror memes and movie posters. She swiped back over to his message. Max: Your last article was great, and your pictures are gorgeous. You’re so beautiful, and the blood is so unnerving. It’s the perfect contradiction.

Michael has become an addiction—a captivating enigma that I can't resist. And then there are his pictures on social media. I find myself scrolling through his profile, studying each photo with an intensity that borders on obsession. His physique is nothing short of extraordinary—strong, chiseled features, a mesmerizing smile that can light up a room. I can't help but drool over him, my heart skipping a beat every time I see his posts.

She told me he always came off as pretentious. Old me would have defended him, but now I welcome all insults. Jade showed me the photos before sending them to me. “Post this one and these two.” My account is normally full of museum photos, food, and cute things. I’ve deleted all of them. Changed my bio and profile picture. Jade walked me through the right tags to use. She whistled after I posted the pictures. “You got this. You look gorgeous. How do you say gorgeous in your language?” She looked at me with a thoughtful expression.

It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly. Alessia Winters. I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. She stood behind a beach, her eyes glistening.

He turned and walked away, leaving her to do her researches and fantasies. She used the time to set up a profile for them on one of the sites, Timeforfun, the handle she chose for them. Now, what picture do I choose? She rummaged through their photos until she found one that revealed her cleavage and the promise of treasure below. She wanted to entice. Otherwise, what was the point of doing it? She took her time filling in all the likes and dislikes, what they enjoyed and were looking for sections of the profile, describing themselves as accurately as possible. No sense lying when they were going to meet these people face-to-face, if not body-to-body. Once the profile was complete, she sat b

They read, “So we’re thinking of running this advertisement on multiple platforms, right? We still need to figure out which photo we’re going to use so that I can get it formatted. Should we have the one with just you or the one with you and Harper? There are some examples on the back of this page. Please let me know which one you like the best and I’ll get this rolling ASAP.” When I saw my own name written there, my stomach turned. I wasn’t even entirely sure what I was upset about yet, but I had a feeling I was being betrayed somehow. What is all this? What is Bastian asking? I slowly flipped over the paper. On the back of the page, was a picture of Gabe and I standing on his patio with th

“I saw his profile and it's amazing! “ Anne commented as we approached. I immediately went to the social network, looked for him and found the profile. I started looking at the photos he published and the projects, they were really good, but nothing different from the photographers the company suggested. I didn't say that because I was an employee of the company, but because of my own opinion.

Except for her Facebook account where Rose shared three different videos of dog rescues, and pictures of herself when she changed her profile pictures three times. Her first profile picture was of her younger self, frowning, and both of her hands tugging at her long, blue hair. Two years later, she changed her profile picture again with another selfie where she was on a beach—still not smiling—a hand resting on her purple pixie hair. And her current profile pic, which she had on three years after her second picture was uploaded, where she looked very much different. Liezel at first thought it was probably because of her long, brown hair that complemented her soft hazel eyes, but as she stare

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

Tiffany My eyes pop out as soon as my eyes land on his i***a feed. The scene is completely different. People definitely carry different personalities on different sites. In these pictures, he doesn't look like a lawyer from any angle. These are professional photoshoots. Is he a part-time model? Can be! I scroll down and there are more photos from the beach, mostly alone. A few professional pics with his team. I smiled throughout the time when I scrolled his profile. And hours passed with me doing a mini research on Sebastian.