Goofy Ahh Profile Picture Novels & Stories

Making him shimmer so handsomely. But the most attractive was his expression. He had a soft and tender look. We look both so happy and in love. "I want this as my profile too." I saved it. When I accidentally tapped next, another picture of me suddenly popped out. "?" It was me holding a toy gun with a smirk. This was from the game booth earlier. I tapped the next picture. It was me again driving the bumper car while laughing. I did not know I could laugh like that. The next picture was me drinking a mango shake. There was a picture of me looking at him with a smile in my eyes.

I sat frozen, numb at the image I was seeing on the news channel. My photo was plastered all over CNN and all I could do was sit there and stare at my F******k profile pic from five years ago when I was like sixteen, I was wearing a bikini top sunglasses and a geeky smile plastered all over my face. Besides being mortified at the fact that I never got around at removing that picture from my profile, what bothered me more was the heading. ENEMY OF THE WORLD…

What was the correct answer to be the winner? Accompanied by a cup of coffee, she had created her nickname, Cuddly then, thinking that the latter might attract malicious souls, changed it and went for Emotive. Her profile picture did not reveal the assets of her face but a discreetly charming figure with her tangled hair, blown away by a strong wind that nothing could stop.

She hated to be mean, but he seemed to be interested in dating her and he just wasn’t her type at all. ‘What is your type now?’ The cynical part of her mind piped up. ‘Because your taste seems to be changing quite rapidly.’ After deleting the troublesome bikini pictures, Alice once again found herself browsing Adam’s profile. He hadn’t posted anything new, but Zoe had tagged him in an image. He was sitting beside her in the bowling alley, wearing a half-smile, half-frown that said, ‘You best get that camera out of face sharpish.’ Alice zoomed in on his face, smiling at his expression.

cute face,” I declared, a proud grin etching itself on my features. “What?” She dropped the phone, so that now, she was staring fully at me. “Who told you that? Tell me who dared lie to my boyfriend like that.” I fake gasped. “Are you saying I’m not cute.” “Well,” she drawled, a sly grin Dancing across her face, while I just huffed. “You’re such a mean girlfriend.” She chortled at that, slinging a hand around me. “Oh please, you know you love me.” Despite myself, I found myself chortling too. “Alright,” she started, bringing her phone up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded, even though I was pretty sure anyone who saw me right now, would think what I was about to do was ascend Mount Everest, and not

“Richard Crowford and 2007 others liked your post.” ‘Ahhh!’ I screamed in my head. ‘He is going through my profile!’

Public account, what a whore. The profile picture is different from the one she’d seen yesterday. This one captures Moni smiling openly at the camera, about as beautiful as always, but looking to be inside a club, a glass in her hand. Name is Moni. I love dogs, yoga, chocolate and travelling!!!, the description says, followed by a bunch of sunny emojis. Moni is the childish type when it comes to his virtual life, then. She has 852 followers, which speaks of an affluent social life. So do her photos. Moni seems like an i* maniac, with posts of landscapes, her dog – and of course, herself.

Pixie I have Goof and a newer prospect from the Devils named Happy with me today. I accidentally named him a year ago. The guy was always happy. No matter what was going on. A fight broke out and he was still smiling. His bike breaks down, no big deal he handled it with a smile. First thing in the morning he woke up with a smile. Nothing got to this guy. One morning at the club I was tired and sore from competing and partying with the club the night before. He was going on about something I didn’t care about at the moment. I just wanted my coffee. Anyway I snapped at him. “ Alright Happy, enough talking and let me get my coffee before I hurt you.” I grumbled. You guessed it, the name stuck

Shane’s POV Erwan Fuenter. I typed his name on the search bar of my I*******m account and sneak into his profile. I scrolled down on his account trying to find some clue about his past. His recent post was a year ago, it is a picture of a girl smiling sweetly on the camera. It was captured on the beach, the girl wears a bikini while she sat on the sand. I read the caption of the photo, Veronica, the girl with the sweetest smile.

I was slightly annoyed when he messaged me back quickly. My message got your attention thought right? With all the guys on here I figured I would have to send something that caught your eye. So how is your day going beautiful? I hate to admit it, but he was right. His message did get my attention not necessarily in a good way, but it got my attention. With his reply I decided to check out his profile. Looking at his pictures I can see why he is kind of cocky. His pictures focus on his upper body, and he is extremely muscular. He keeps his hair in a military haircut, with it being slightly longer on the top. He has a few tattoos; they appear tribal in design. He has a goatee, which from his p