Caption Story Novels & Stories

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house.

he said, talking about Taylor as a third wheel. “To be honest, I’m thinking the same,” she agreed, closing the door again. ..... “Let’s see how many photos we took. Three, four, five...” Caleb counted the photos they both took in the photo booth. “Wow...it’s all beautiful. I could gaze at it for an hour. Iam going to post it in my I*******m account,” Bianca said, holding it. “What will be the caption?” Caleb asked as his smile widened. “Um...it will be...” she hesitated.

Crystal clear image of his hand on my face, our bodies close enough to remove any doubt about the nature of our relationship. The caption read: *“Say cheese. - A concerned family friend”* I stared at the screen, watching my entire carefully constructed world prepare to collapse around me.

"No, I'm worried about you in general. I know how those photos look, but trust me when I say I have seen some realistic pictures that turned out to be completely fake. You know what, I'll have those sent to King to inspect them, yeah?" I shook my head, "Don't bother, Fin. We'll figure this out once we have Gianni." He nodded, "Okay. Barney, how is Callum doing?" "He's alive. He swears he had no idea she was planning on taking Renato. Hell, he's heartbroken over this himself. He loves her and she doesn't feel a damn thing for him." Fin got to his feet and helped me up, "Why don't you take a shower then I'll take you back to the warehouse. There's a change of clothes in the bathroom."

Elliot leaned back slightly in his chair. “Relax,” he muttered under his breath. “Not like I punched the guy.” Across the table, Lena shot him a look. “You might as well have.” Elliot sighed. “Too late now.” The door opened. The entire room went silent. Timothy walked in. Every executive straightened immediately. The billionaire moved to the head of the table and activated the large display screen without a word. Charts appeared. News feeds. Stock reports. Then, one of the executives cleared his throat nervously.

LILITH POV I was right about being on the news, on the front page, seeing as Diamante's father was an influential man in society, and so was Giovanni, too. But the caption that was on wasn't a pretty one. I grimace, staring at the paper in my hand again. "The orge that came in between the princess..." "Excuse you?!" Casey snatched the paper from me and slammed it on the table. "Hey, I told you to stop reading that. It's not your fault that her ex didn't take her back despite everything she tries to do to you."

Although my heart’s rapid beating was down a notch or two after the immediate effects of the jump a plan of action refused to come. The white suit’s fibres were luminescent in the dimness, something I became increasingly aware of as I caught the attention of leaving worshipers. Carver had warned the residue left from the Sending Dish would cling to it. It was still a better alternative to arriving naked. As well as the oddly glowing suit I wore the pair of lightweight slip-on shoes. There was a roll of fifty-pound notes stuffed in the suit’s right pocket. All of this had been Peter DNA’d. Carver had joked that a charge of counterfeiting would have no justification in a counterfeit world. Ver

Primo chuckled nervously as he lightly scratched his cheek. "Hahaha yes yes, and I've seen your projects. It was wonderful, you really are a genius photographer." "Thank you so much, Mr. Cain." Primo bowed in instinct, jot use to too much compliments. "Hahaha, you're cute either. Anyway, about the theme, it's about "Calm and Spicy Bed Head". You have any idea?" "Oh, I think it's about a person who just woke up in a calm morning." Primo answered. "Indeed. But this photoshoot will be spicy~ We're going to shoot swx appealing photos."

The glimpse of weaponry served as a potent reminder that, beneath his polished exterior, he is a very dangerous man, if the fact that i am a captive here isn't enough to make that conclusion. Wait a sec, did i just say he has a gun on him? And did i just say he moved closer to me? Holy fuck! Is he going to kill me now? He is now two feet away from the bed and he looks down at me with a small tilt to his lips, he looks huge and domineering right now, fuck his 6 ft something height. I stand up to match him, I'm also tall and I won't have a man look down at me that way .

You didn’t even make a copy,* Fanny said, scolding me. Well hell it doesn’t matter now. “But Cade I…,” Alec said, trailing off in thought. My eyes landed on the camera behind him on the shelf and I lurched forward to grab it. I quickly tried to switch it on but of course the batteries were dead. “Cade, I don't know about having the coach in the picture. The way this story reads, the photo should really be of them with their mate. I mean yeah there’s some football here but the real story going forward is that Moon Bay now has a new Luna. That’s what the readers are gonna want. That’s the real story, shit it’s a million times better than football,” he said, practically beaming.