Luffy Photo Novels & Stories

Straw Hat Pack Temporary Home Dry Ridge, Kentucky Alpha Jade Spencer was sitting in the small office browsing a document on her laptop. Without looking, Jade reached for a cup of coffee that Denny had placed on the desk an hour ago. As Luffy sipped, an expression of disdain spread across her face. “Yuck,” she quickly spat the offending drink back into the mug. “What the heck!” “Denny, my love, did you change my coffee?” Luffy asked through the mind link.

After it, he’s eating his ice cream happily. “Thank you for this!” he holds my hand and thanks me smilingly. I feel a little bit of awkwardness. We went back in our direction when a bunch of teenagers is there and seems like waiting. “LV! Can we have a photo with you?” They asked. “Sure!” Lou agreed and he approached them. Without any hesitation, they had a photo in front of us. “Can we have a photo together?” A guy asked and Lou agreed. “No problem!” Lou handed the phone to the guy and raised it to have a selfie.

Loo noticed this and her expression turned sour. She pulled out her phone and sent a picture to Jaxon, who received it with a low chuckle. "Really? I'm literally in front of you." Loo purred, her voice seductive. "Check it out." Jaxon opened the message, revealing a photo of Loo's ample cleavage. He raised an eyebrow. "This is nice." Loo's voice dripped with seduction. "Do you want to see for yourself?" "I'd love to." Jaxon replied, smiling mischievously at her.

she asked. "You haven't posed." He moved his face to the side to look at her. "I did the peace sign," Layla said. "This is my pose." "Sure." He snapped a photo and said, "Done. Strike a different pose!" "Did I look silly?" She stood awkwardly, not knowing how to pose as she usually preferred to take her own photos. "Not at all. You looked adorable." He showed her the photo he took.

Some were taken from a side angle, intentionally captured by Tyler, while others showed her smiling, which I probably didn't notice and realize that he took a picture of Lola. What the hell, Tyler! My hand didn't want to let go of the cellphone, especially when Lola's face suddenly flashed on my screen, a portrait with a smile, the camera perfectly capturing her porcelain round face. Her eyes were brown, with arched eyebrows, a straight nose, long eyelashes, and even heart-shaped lips. Darn! Fuck! Why do I feel like I'm sweating, my heart pounding in a way I can't understand, and I feel revived by what I just saw!?

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

"You only look that serious when you're thinking." "And how do you know that?" Lily shrugged. "Because you bite your lip." Amara laughed softly. "When did you become so observant?" "I've always been." She held up the picture she had finished. It showed three people standing beneath a large umbrella. One was clearly Amara. The little girl in the middle was Lily. The third figure was a tall man with dark hair. Amara's smile faded. "Who's that?" Lily studied the drawing as though the answer were obvious.

Even now, Gang-mu swallowed a hollow laugh at the boldness of the kid who strained her eyes roundly to stare at him. = = = Sunday, 1:00 PM. Along the roadside overlooking Gangnam Station, Exit 6. Under the dazzling sun, a top-tier luxury sedan and the black vehicles escorting it stood lined up, flaunting a bizarre majesty. “The kid isn't coming out, LF.” “No, S is coming.” LF wore a pleasant smile like an innocent child, wiping away his usual cruelty. Dressed in pure white cotton trousers, a sky-blue shirt, and a light white cardigan draped over his shoulders, he was as radiant as a protagonist in a pictorial who monopolized the freshness of summer, concealing his brutal nature.

That is…until the strong, fresh scent of soap enveloped me from behind. Luigi had appeared out of nowhere, wearing only a bathrobe, tied loosely in the front. Quickly, I placed the picture back on the table, almost knocking over my tea cup. He walked over and stopped behind me, resting his arms on the coffee table, trapping me between himself and the table. “Been helping yourself to macrons?” he said playfully. “As well as my family photos?” Realizing that he’d seen me holding the photo, I blushed. But I was thankful that he couldn’t see my face since he was behind me.

There were more photos. One of them walking down the street, taken from behind, their hands clasped, swinging slightly between them. One of Liam sitting on the floor of the studio, laughing, looking younger than she had ever seen him. And then... the last one. It was the photo Luca had taken when they thought the shoot was over. The candid shot. Liam was showing her something on his phone—probably a text from the nanny, or a photo of Ethan. Aurora was laughing, her head thrown back, her hand on his arm. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. A moment of friendship.