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She hit enter and waited, tapping her fingers against the desk in impatience. This time, the search results were more promising. One link in particular caught her eye—a F******k profile. Flora clicked on it, holding her breath as the page loaded. When it did, her heart sank a little. The profile was set to private, meaning she couldn’t see much beyond the basics. However, the profile picture was enough to confirm her suspicions. It was indeed Janice, though she looked a few years younger in the photo.

The name was a single letter: **L**. I clicked the profile. Unlike the others, the bio was sparse. > *L. Discretion is not a service; it is a requirement. Intellectual stimulation, physical companionship, or strategic presence. I do not perform for crowds. I provide what is missing. Terms are non-negotiable.*

Leaving it blank might make it look suspicious, Jamie might not be interested to talk to me, so I shall upload a proper human photo. However, I can’t just use my own photo, can I? My true identity will be exposed right away. That might cause failure to the current plan, and it would need me to start all over again. Twice of suspicious activities of the same kind generate doubts, so I guess I’ll just do this on one go. I need to be careful choosing a profile picture. If I can’t use my own photo, whose should I use then? I search across my mind. If Jamie is gay, I should use a man’s photo, and if he likes white hair guys...

A second later, her eyes grew wide in shock. “Ahemm..I see. Nice!..” “You should change your profile picture, it was too formal.” She was taken aback. “Umm.. okay?” Her eyes darted sideways. “Yeah, you should replace it with a more candid photo.” He said as they walked back to their line. She nodded. “Got it.” He had a point. The photo she used was the only photo inside her wallet. It was a copy of an ID picture. It really was too formal for a social media account profile picture.

"His profile picture is a guy with eight-pack abs. His name is a guy's name too." Avery said, "Eric, a profile picture doesn't mean that it's the person's true identity! Since the person who introduced her to your parents said that she's a girl, I don't think there's a mistake."

Only the name was a lie. Then it was time for the body description. I said I was slim,a bit of a large stomach, and a petite figure.For my profile picture, the site wanted a clear photo of me holding a sign with my username and the site's name to prove I was real. They said this picture wouldn't be posted, and I could use whatever I wanted for my main profile picture as long as it followed the rules.

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

Maybe it’s April and this is some elaborate April fool’s prank. But the date doesn’t read April. Hunter lets out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. “When you say Masked LRT…” He points uncertainly at her. “You mean THE Masked LRT? That legendary artist who disappeared three years ago? The one with millions of followers around the world?” To our complete shock, Lori nods. Then she calmly unlocks her phone, opens I*******m and taps into an account before turning the screen toward us. Masked LRT, verified. Will millions of followers.

It was the place I'd always dreamed of joining. "Is that really okay?" "Of course." Ronan patted my shoulder. "Liam's a good man. You can trust him." "And he's single." I couldn't help but smile. "Okay. I'd like to meet him." Ronan immediately pulled out his phone. "I'll text him now and swap your contacts." A few minutes later, I had a new contact on my pack-net. Liam Silvercreek. His profile picture was a lone black wolf, howling at the moon.