L Profile Picture Novels & Stories

As the search was about to come to an end, he quickly returned his focus to the laptop again. Zayne walked to his working desk and placed the phone on the table. He looked at the profile picture of the person on Messenger, which was a picture of a wooden sword. The person seemed to love wooden swords. He quickly clicked into the man’s F******k profile and immediately saw a link that would bring the viewer to motivational pages. Zayne’s expression slightly changed because after perusing the entire profile, he could not locate any pictures whatsoever. His face darkened. If there were photos, it would be easier for him to track. However, since there were no photos at all, it would be more troub

I accepted his request. His profile picture was a crescent moon hanging in a dark night sky, like a tear splitting through the darkness. [Do I even need to explain what that profile picture means?] [Let’s give a round of applause to the man who’s been testing the waters for years—sending random links just to see if the female lead would delete him, searching her ID a hundred times, and finally working up the nerve to send a friend request today!] [Clap clap clap~]

He didn’t even have a beard. The fake Carlson laughed. Was his name even Carlson? It might be, but he wasn’t her Carlson. “Yeah, that’s me or my profile,” he said. Her heart rolled to her feet. The urge to wipe the smirk on his face grew, and she clenched her hands under the table. This must be a prank. “Prove it. “Gladly,” he replied. “You work an eight-to-five job. Your friend owns the pet you used as your profile picture.”

I couldn't stop it. ME: whatever.. you ain't getting boobs of this clingy person.. Then I went through my gallery.. pictures of her and I pitched and I felt like crying. I was so taken by a kid younger than me. I smiled at a picture that I took while she was eating on the couch before she left. She had on her black and yellow bandana, a black tank top and black shorts. She was facing away so I got half of her face. She looked hot as fuck. I quickly put that picture as my w******p profile picture and then logged out.

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.

Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

The pics changes from time to time. To be continued.

I wanted to tell her everything that was going on, but her status stayed offline, so I exited the chat. Then I opened Nicolas’s message to check the image he’d sent. It was a screenshot from Lisa’s official profile, posted a few hours earlier. It was a picture of me, right after I walked out of the dressing room in Studio 5. A side shot—me standing there, looking straight ahead, with a calm smile on my face. Judging by the angle, I was now sure—Liliane was the one running my profile. I couldn’t help but wonder how many more pictures she had taken of me without me even noticing.

It's just out of curiosity. I immediately found it. But it's private so I can't see his pictures. I just looked at his profile. He was lying there and only half of his body was visible. His background was the serene blue sea. He was looking into the distance, his face slightly sunlit and his expression serious. Even in the pictures, he looks really handsome. And maybe at any other angle he was still handsome to look at. He really should just keep the account private because some women might be celebrating.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.