Aesthetic Profile Pics Novels & Stories

At that moment, across the ocean, Adrian studied the photo in his hand, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The woman in the photo was strikingly beautiful, nothing like the typical plastic-surgery-enhanced faces of influencers online. It was no wonder his half-brother had fallen so hard for her.

I looked at her name for a long time. The investigator had included her professional profile. A small photo from the gallery website. She was looking at something off camera in the photo, not performing for it, and something about that detail, the fact that she wasn't looking at the lens, made the picture more interesting than it had any right to be.

"You guys are kidding, right? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Why the heck are you complimenting that douche?" " What? we are just laying our opinions, his profile is thick Veronica if you know what I mean?" she smiles creepily, I can't believe this. They're liking his profile and that too without his picture. What would have happened if I did manage to find one picture of him? They'll probably lust over that jerk. I don't understand, what is even there to like? his body count or the fact that he uses women. I never thought their reaction would be so disappointing,

Capturing shots, I sent them to Lestiana who replied instantly like she was waiting for me to send these pictures to her. Got! Gorgeous! Alec is going to drool tonight!- Came her instant reply. In fact, she sent a screenshot where she used one of the pictures as her profile picture. I shook my head and checked the time, as if on cue, a car’s honk sounded and a tentative smile spread on my lips. I've got to go, bye!- Me.

She installed the app, helping me set it all up, while I busied myself with reading more of her posts. “Alright, all done. I’ve added myself,” she announced, handing me back my device. I saw that she had used Jordan, instead of Julain, and I smirked. “All that’s left is a profile picture,” I hummed, scrolled my gallery for a picture of my car, and cropped it, saving it as my profile picture. “There,” I showed her. She scoffed. “You’re such a guy. You can’t use a car as your profile pic, it’s too…tacky,” I raised a questioning brow. “Why not…a picture of me?” She batted her eyelashes at me.

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

Dae did the same for the older, combing his hair with his fingers, making it look as pretty as possible. Both of them then looked back at their image created on the phone screen. It wasn't actually a very beautiful image. Both of them looked sleepy and their hair was still dishevelled. But the image had certain beauty. It had a touch of reality. It had love, trust and honesty in it. Dae widened his smile a bit more. Aroon also leaned in a beautiful smile and snapped a pic. The boys sat looking at the pic for a minute. " Do it.", Dae finally said. Aroon nodded and clicked the share option, then touched on the Instagram icon that appeared.

And two, I hate that this somehow makes him more attractive. His I*******m exists, but barely. No real captions, no chaotic highlights and no shirtless vacation posts. Just a few professional-looking photos from business events, a charity gala, some magazine cover, and one picture with his father that has over six hundred thousand likes for no reason other than people are deeply unserious. “He’s evil for this,” Carrie mutters, zooming in on a photo of him in a black tux. “He’s just standing there.” “Exactly. Men shouldn’t be allowed to look that expensive while doing absolutely nothing.”

Maybe I will feel the same if I realize I unnecessarily shared something with someone. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, looking everywhere but me. “Maybe you weren't as good at photo editing as I am.” I try to tease him, hopelessly hoping he will stop feeling awkward. “Speak for yourself, Brown.” He retorts back, “Adding some stupid filters and adding your head on funny images doesn't make you a pro editor.” “Hey! That's called art.” I defend myself. My I*******m is a mess. For the life of me, I can't make aesthetic posts. All the photos I uploaded are either funny edits of my friends on their birthdays or myself. Yeah, I have no social media life. Thinking about my i***a feeds reminds me of so

"Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open." I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shirtless dudes—most of them taken in bathroom mirrors, some flexing, some looking like they were trying too hard to look casual about it. And then—oh, Jesus. Some had gone full send. "Ohhh, we got some dick pics," Imogen announced gleefully, squinting at my screen. “look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana"