Novel Photo Novels & Stories

"What a pretty portrait! Shouldn't have expected any less from Misty, honestly. This is probably a birthday gift from her, so take it." My soul was watching nearby, and I was so nervous that my fists curled into balls. 'Take it! Didn't you want to find the person who murdered your father? That portrait's the clue!' In my anxiety, I didn't expect my boyfriend to suddenly flare up in anger, grabbing the portrait and tearing it to shreds. "She wants me to forgive her with trash like this? What a joke! I felt nothing but disgusted!" I instinctively tried to catch the torn portrait, but my translucent fingers passed through the rubbish bin. After a while, I realized.

Last of all, I went to the bookshelf and pulled down the album on the bottom shelf. There were a great many photographs tucked inside. Some from the wedding, some from banquets. Some were anniversary portraits the assistant had taken of the two of us. One of them was a bridal photo I had always kept for myself. In it, Adrian looked straight at the camera, his expression proper and flawless. But I had turned my head toward him, smiling sweetly. The photographer had said that shot looked natural. I loved it too. Adrian, though, took one look and said it wouldn't do.

Written in that same heavy, familiar handwriting was a single, devastating line: > *"I think this photo is the best photo I ever took of her." > My brow furrowed in confusion through my tears. The best photo? After everything I had just looked at...the soft, peaceful moments in the garden, the quiet mornings where I looked safe, what could possibly be his favorite? I leaned forward and looked at the page the note had fallen from. It wasn't a picture of me smiling, nor was it a picture of me sleeping. It was a raw, chaotic photograph taken from a low angle, the focus sharp and intense. It was a picture of his hairy and veiny hands, with a deep knife stabbed into his skin.

"Sasa! This is the trendiest photo studio right now—super popular! Let’s take some pictures!" Sarah nodded. This was a newly opened photography studio in East Coast, different from ordinary ones. Instead of just sample portraits, its exterior wall displayed candid shots of landscapes and people, captured by the photographers at random. While Scarlett picked out a style, Sarah’s gaze drifted toward the photo wall. Most were scenic shots, but among them were about a dozen portraits. She examined them one by one—until her eyes suddenly stopped on a familiar scene. A café. A particular booth near a decorative screen.

Arielle sneered, not bothering to care about Clair, and said to the clerk, "Try the camera." The clerk smiled, turned on the camera, and started to introduce it to Arielle, "This camera is a new model released by Shareholders not long ago, the price is a bit more expensive, but the pixels are very high, the photos taken is very clear, and the degree of reduction to people is also very high..."

I couldn’t help but blush when I realized why he’s looking at the photobook like that. “I guess, he’s mesmerized by you,” Ada spoke silently from behind me. I turned to her and saw her smiling while trying to dust off the shelves. I shook my head and looked Julian’s way again but this time, he’s already looking at me. I smiled at him before finishing the last photo. I applied several lighting effects on them before saving it. I compressed all of the photos in a single file before saving them into the drive. I stood up and took my coat slung around my swivel chair.

She was staring at the sunset with eyes full of contempt. The picture was posted by Nickel with a caption, “Among the hundred shots I have taken, this is my most favorite. I wonder what you are thinking to have that kind of emotion in your eyes.Thank you for saying yes to may favor, my model." And Jingfei’s account was tagged and mentioned. She didn’t know that Nickel had taken a shot of her candidly. Jingfei quickly typed her response to the photo. "It's been days since we got home from the resort but I just saw this photo today. Care to send me this photo @Nickel_leckin"

He already had the best in life financially. His face twisted into something bitter as he realized that it was most likely the only time he would ever feel that light in his life, and he couldn’t even remember it. As the digital journey continued, Ian stumbled upon another folder with thousands of photos. One would think he never went to work at this rate. It was a curated collection of photos, each accompanied by a brief note. The notes were snippets of his thoughts, reflections on the significance of those captured moments. Reading his own words added an introspective layer to the visual narrative, a commentary on the evolution of their relationship.

The next morning arrived too quickly. Nora had barely slept, her dreams dissolving into fragments of camera shutters, white roses, and Celine's eyes. By the time she climbed out of bed, the house was already alive with movement. Someone was laughing downstairs. Someone else was arguing over ribbons. The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the hallway, mixing with the perfume of flowers that had arrived before sunrise. She dressed mechanically, choosing faded jeans and an oversized black shirt—the uniform she always wore when she photographed events. The camera around her neck felt familiar, grounding. It was the one thing in her life that still made sense. Cameras didn't ask impossible que

Her first thought was… ‘How dare he? But the next ones touched her heart so deeply. There were two pictures of her laughing with her friends around her. Another one captured her reading a book in the library. There were a few from academic competitions. Silas even managed to document how she fed a stray cat during her third year in high school. The last photo undid her. Noelle wept. It was an image of her standing by the school grounds, looking at the sun as it was setting. Despite being an image of her back, Silas clearly captured the side of her face and how she was smiling.