Fall Pfp Novels & Stories

"Hi dear students!!" Jeremy stopped instantly and faced the loud voice. A girl with a pixie haircut, ears full of piercings and in a grotesque lime long top came into view. "Hi students, I am the VP of the drama club. We are hosting a Victorian era stage play this year for the upcoming Winter Ball." She handed a flyer to Jeremy and looked at Roy behind him. "If you can spare any such clothes for donations, we will be forever grateful. We are low on funds this year so recycling is the only way for us." Roy kept his indifferent face but listened to everything the emo girl said. Stage play huh? Last year it was raised to make one out of a popular teenage drama and this year a Victorian era?

Rose’s POV We just finished shopping for our graduation dresses. I went with a simple sky blue dress with a hem that reaches mid-calf while Sophie went with a bright pink off the shoulder slip that reaches above the knees. As we left I looked back at the coffee shop where we came across Garrett a few days ago. We ended up exchanging numbers and have been chatting sporadically. He still hadn’t decided which university he wanted to go to but the university of Oregon is appealing apparently. He texted me last night about meeting my mates. I have mixed feelings about whether to have them meet or not. I’m concerned that my guys will compare themselves to him when there’s no reason to. So far, I h

When he saw the disappointment in my eyes, he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something. However, in the end, he said nothing. The moment we sat down, the '100,000-Dollar Couple' trended again. This time, it was not praise. It was exposure, a complete reversal. [Shocking twist! It was all staged for attention. There was never any poor blind girl suffering for love.] [So it was fake? I actually believed in love again because of them. Turns out she's just a gold digger. Gross.] [Seriously, anyone can fake being 'crazy in love' these days. Clout chasers, get lost.]

Like a part of my soul was ripped away and I will never get it back. What is wrong with me? This isn't normal grief or worry. This is something else. Something I don't have words for. My chest aches with every breath. My hands won't stop shaking. My vision blurs with tears I didn't realize were falling. He was fine. He scored. His team won. And then he just... collapsed. Because he saw me? No. That's ridiculous. Narcissistic even. But the timing— “Miss, you need to leave the ice.” A security guard appears at my elbow, gentle but firm.

" His eyes traveled from my bandaged feet, up to the slits on my dress, his eyes lingered there as his lips tugging upwards. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes . He shook his head, clearing his throat, "Damn Bella, that dress." "Perv," I stated smacking his arm. He just shrugged ignoring me, taking my foot in his hands caressing it slowly sending tingles on my thigh. "What are you doing?" I asked withdrawing my foot but he only tightened his grip. "It's called PDA," Rita whispered in my ear. "Huh?" I asked half distracted. "Public display of affection," she translated.

Oh shit, what do I do now, thought Stephanie, not knowing what the hunting party might do to her. “Well, hello there,” said Pierce as he came closer to her and changed back into his human form. “What is a pretty little thing like you doing all by yourself out here? You know that bad things lurk in this forest.” Pierce loved toying with his prey, he always had. “I’m not afraid of the forest,” said Stephanie as she stood up, wiped away her tears, and looked him straight in the eye. “So how did you come across finding yourself here with all of your belongings? Running away from or toward something?” Pierce noticed a sadness wash over Stephanie’s face but it was gone within an instant.

She sent me a message with only her name, "Tiffany Larson." I didn't think much of it. People often reached out through Facebook for art commissions, so I made a note of her name and moved on. That was until I noticed that Zachary also had a "Tiffany Larson" in his friend list. It was probably a burner account—the profile picture was different from the one saved in Zachary's phone under the name "Tiffany", and the username didn't match either. Profile pictures can be faked, and usernames can be changed, but photos can't lie.

Lena arrived at the lobby and head straight to the cafeteria where she picked her lunch and took a seat, she took a bit and turned her gaze to the TV above. Ting! She heard a notification from her phone, placed a hand in her bag and pulled out her phone to check what it was only to see the Mexico workers group chat on fire. “ Have you guys heard? Lena Taylor's red pantie fell from her bag in the present of everyone in the workshop and the boss defended her. This happened after she went on an errant for the boss.” “ I can link what this is…. They is something fishy!” “ I heard something similar like this happened at the main branch in Greenville from Vicky and I thought maybe it wasn't seriou

"Wait!" I lifted my right pointer finger and showed it to everyone. "Look at my pointer finger. Before this incident took place, Mia caused me to injure it. So, a huge chunk of my skin is missing." I continued, "Because of the injury, my fingerprint should've been damaged. However, in David's diagram, it looks completely intact. This fingerprint must be fake." David was clearly in shock. He wasn't expecting this to happen. He even checked the diagram multiple times to verify what I was saying.

She leaned slightly toward Aaron, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. "The paparazzi are all camped at the front. If they see me and Claire walking in one after the other, they'll say I'm stealing her man." Then she turned to me, forcing an apologetic smile. "Claire... maybe you should leave through the back door?" I paused, then let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Vivian...you really expect me to believe those paparazzi just happen to be here?" Her face flickered, a hint of unease betraying her carefully constructed act, then she returned to her fragile, trembling persona.