Novel & Cerita Ideal Image

"Such as the book resting on a table to a cup of coffee or someone reading it in a park. An idea that evokes warmth and connects to readers’ experiences.” The more I heard the clearer the ultimate outcome became in my mind. These images wouldn’t simply serve as pictures, they would play a role in how my book connects with readers. “Is there any style you wouldn’t feel at ease doing?" Emily abruptly inquired, allowing me room to share my thoughts. I paused briefly then responded, "I’m not a fan of poses that seem artificially flawless. I prefer to appear as myself, not as an image.” “Good," she responded immediately. "That’s what we aim to demonstrate. Your genuineness.”

One hour later, I was entrenched in the world of visuals. Pictures upon pictures, people showcasing their picture-perfect lives. I sighed in awe. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ I commented, seeing an ideal couple's location. It was just perfect for a weekend getaway. I saved it for later, then, in helplessness mixed with powerlessness,

Seeing your photo was like a blow to my gut, and a very brutal one at that, twisting my insides painfully, stinging my eyes with acid. You where still looking perfect, as always. Perfectly sculptured lips holding a tight lipped fake smile, brown hair thrown back, your hazel eyes staring at the camera, with a confident and ruthless look, any third person looking at you will consider you the definition of perfection, but you are any thing but that, you are as close as a person can get to being a devil.

I left Jun a long voice message detailing what happened in the car like I promised her, before I went through the pictures me and mom took by the pool and as I swiped through, I somehow landed on the downloaded picture Jun had sent me of the Devil, with the caption, "I can't believe you get to see all- of - This EVERYDAY!!!! Followed by a long train of fire emojies and bouncing heart- eyes. I will not deny, he looked incredible in the picture, he always keeps such a straight face, such a taut stance and he does not even need to smile or raise a brow to be picture perfect and convey more dominance and sexiness than any model I have seen. He is so perfect it is inexplicable, he looks like a Lo

“There is a model, fairly new, who works for your company. You should fire her." He arches his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side as if cautiously studying me. "You want me to fire one of my models?" He asks again like he doesn't understand or hasn't heard me before. I ignore his bewildered stares and continue, "Yes, and I'm saying this to make sure you don't ruin the image of your company. Orange is an icon in the fashion industry and a ruined image would mean a bad reputation and then a bad reputation would mean—"

Another image leaps into my head. A perfect flawless skin just like the image of Alex Smith which I have conjured up in my head springs to life making a shiver run down my spine. This is because I want a perfect wife. I have always wanted one. A perfect girlfriend whom I can eventually propose to to be my wife but I haven't found one. Alexa isn't that girl. Alex Smith, my imaginary bride is the perfect one whom I haven't found yet. The shower stops and the door opens to reveal Alexa in a towel wrapped around her bosom and the exact flawless skin I was just imagining.

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.

Eloise pointed at me with a faint grin. My body stiffened. My blood boiled to the top of my head. “What do you mean? What's wrong with a woman like me?” “You and Leopold are like heaven and earth. If he falls in love, it must be with a mature woman. Leopold's ideal type is a woman who is beautiful, sexy, and graceful at the same time. Of course, she has a suitable career. She is the type of woman who can satisfy a powerful man's lust in bed. But it also doesn't embarrass him when he's showing off at a big meeting or when he's meeting with an elite client.” Eloise smiled a little. Her demeanor showed that she wasn't concerned about hurting her interlocutor's feelings.