Novel Photo Novels & Stories

jeno replied while bringing the camera closer to Hanin's view, allowing Hanin to see the photos inside the camera freely. "Where is this?" asked Hanin as he looked at a portrait of Javier, Juno and Arsya looking back at the camera, the three of them appearing to be focused on the fish in the aquarium. "It's in the restaurant where we ate earlier," jeno replied making Hanin nod understand. "Your photos are good Je," praised Hanin who saw some photos of Jeno's portraits from the camera. "Thank you, but I still have a lot to learn," replied Jeno, now showing the photo he took on the beach, showing it to Hanin who seemed enthusiastic to see the photo of his shot.

she went on quickly, "there's a big job today. It's a high-paying group booking from a Great Eastern University student, a house call service. Do this one for me, I'm begging you." In the end, I agreed. Carrying my kit, I walked into the most luxurious four-person dormitory on campus, the one everyone whispered about. The air was heavy with expensive perfume. My eyes landed immediately on the ornate photo frame displayed on a desk. In the picture, Joe stood with Ivy, smiling brightly, standing close together like the perfect couple. A handsome man, and a beautiful woman—they looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine. "Wow, Ivy! This photo of you and Professor Joe is so sweet!" one

Please— I bent down, picked up the photo, my hands trembling, my voice whispering, first-person POV breaking because Goodnovel heroines always whisper at Chapter 39: "Julian... who is this girl? Why... why do you have a photo of me when I was ten? In your locked drawer? Inside your safe? In your private study no one can enter?"

My steeled heart ached to flutter. Who handwrote notes anymore? And then I saw the second page. It was a photo—of me. By the outfit, I knew it was one of the shots taken yesterday at Infidelity, one that Karen said was for my profile. It wasn't on photo paper. As a matter of fact, the page was creased throughout, as if it had been wadded and then straightened. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as I began to read his words.