Novel & Cerita Disturbing Pictures

I draw strength from the comfort and answer. “No sir, I didn’t enter myself. I almost don’t want to know but I know you need to do your job so I will answer any questions you have for me honestly and openly.” I see Neil nod slightly when he realised I took his earlier advice. “Well Miss Harris, I must say I haven’t seen a scene like that before. It will probably be better to show you the evidence photographs.” He pulls something out of his briefcase as he continues saying, “Do you know of anyone who would mean you harm? Anyone who you have made an enemy of? An ex-boyfriend or ex-lover? The sexual nature of the items that were disturbed…” I gasp as I look through the photos, my underwear, bir

"Now that we've been able to deal with issues that not so disturbing, let's take a look at the more disturbing ones." I raised my brows at him, confused by his speech. What did he mean by that? "Disturbing?" I chimed, not so loudly, as he nodded. "Yes, Devan. Take a look at the envelope on your laps." I raised the envelope to my face, and stared hardly at it, wondering what disturbing thing it could possibly contain. "Can I open it?" I quizzed, as Matt shrugged. "Of course you can, Devan. It's all yours. But, I must warn you though, a few photos among them are not so pleasing to the eyes, and your brain would probably burst into..."

"This may take some time." "It's okay, just do what you think is best, whatever the way and whatever the method. I just want to see the end result as I want," Lindsay replied giving approval. Darius started processing on his laptop, but for some reason, these pictures disappeared one by one in front of them at a very fast speed. "Hei, hei, hei, owh, f*ck, f"ck, f*ck! What happened?" cried Darius furiously. "Darius, what happened? Why did the pictures disappear? Did you press the wrong button?" Lindsay asked confused.

But my smile quickly faded as I felt my heart sink inside my chest at the sight of a particular photograph. It was a photograph of Logan, Patrick, and a young girl who appeared to be his age. She was beaming at the camera, her arms around their shoulders. Logan and Patrick were smiling alongside her. The girl was stunning in every way. The photograph appeared to have been taken only a few years ago. I replaced the photo and walked out of the room with an unnecessary throbbing pain in my chest. I'm not sure he remembers what happened yesterday. It was just his drunken self having a good time or...........

Ignore, her mind quickly advised her. She went to bed to sleep without checking her Messenger. She tried to sleep but the bee, and the fly and the mosquito immediately went full force on distracting her again—pictures? What pictures? Were they scandalous? But whose photos ? That they were Soren’s photos would be a very good guess. Then, she thought of something that made her open her eyes really wide—but if they were photos of her and Soren while they kissed.

The coffee table had a tray of two teacups - one emptied and one half filled - and a white porcelain pot with printed pink peonies. The drone flew closer to the ceiling, getting a bird’s eye view. Rows of framed photos sat on any flat surface that could hold one - the top of the fireplace, drawers, low cabinets. Zoning in on the most cluttered surface - the chest of drawers - the drone landed and paused as the mavericks and hunters studied the photos. To everyone’s surprise and bewilderment, none of the pictures were of the Robinsons. In fact, the people in the photos looked nothing like a Robinson. There wasn’t a common thread between them either. There were men and women of all colors, sha

But its very presence sent a jolt of dread down her spine. Her hands shook as she picked it up, the paper cool and smooth under her fingers. She tore it open, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet office. Inside were printed photographs. Grainy, edited, but damning. She froze as she sifted through them. Each picture was a lie made tangible. She saw herself in the arms of men she had never met, smiling and leaning close as if lovers, eyes sparkling in ways she had never allowed herself with anyone. The photographs were crude, the editing obvious, but to a stranger, they could pass for the truth. To Damian, could they?

I asked, looking in between Shawn and his phone as I scrolled through. “When you weren’t looking.” “Why? I can’t even find you here.” I mumbled. Apart from pictures from Don Travous’s party, the rest of the pictures were unawares. They were taken when I wasn’t even looking. And a couple of pictures of me sleeping. “But, I can’t find you here and this is your phone.” Shawn shrugged. “I only put important stuff on my phone.” “Oh my God, don’t tell me you masturbate to these pictures.” I gestured the phone to his face, showing him the particular picture I was referring to. I was sleeping and my boobs were almost falling out of my nightie. Even my nipples could be seen erect.”

I had a feeling—somehow, I knew whatever came next wouldn’t be good. The universe is powerful, and people’s stupidity can cause serious damage. I opened the email and saw what I never expected: a series of photos lined up one after another, like a twisted carnival slideshow, displaying scenes both grotesque and absurd. And as I stared at them, I realized who had taken them. There I was, as if... I lifted my head, unfocused, searching for some sign that this was just a sick joke. The "stars" of the images were Fran and me, looking like we were about to undress each other. We were just dancing—why the hell had that infernal camera twisted everything?

he murmurs before signaling me to bring it. I walk over and set the food on the table while pushing some of the papers aside. Some picture catch my attention and I grimace. “What are these?” the pictures of different people or to be exact what was left of them. They were completely torn apart. Completely unrecognizable. He sighs. “A new threat” I can see the tiredness in his eyes but I don’t comment on it. It wasn’t my place to. “What new threat? And what happened to them”