Novel Photo Novels & Stories

Damon yelled as he ran his fingers on his pale, yellow-colored hair. Edward put the iPad on the wooden desk then he stood straight, looking at his boss whose face is now turning red because of what he just read. “Mr. Furlord, based on our sources, an aspiring writer named Sunny Peruvian used a photo of yours as a book cover of one of her erotic romance novels. And since the people know you well, they were quick to find it and thought that you somewhat have a relationship with that…er…writer.”

“Ow… that’s shocking news… for sure…hahaha…” “Anyway, I’m a new photographer here, so I won’t be assigned to take picture of hers, right?” Arissa asked both of her partners nervously. This is her first day and just hearing such a creepy story of the dark side in the fashion industry, made her having a goosebump already. She’s here for working and not to make any fuse for sure! “No, fortunately… Linfey known very picky with her photographers. The one who will take her pictures will be Manuel Nuevo, her favorite so far…”

I knew it was nothing special. When I had nothing to do, I slipped into his study to find something to read. A worthy novel or thriller maybe. I started searching the shelves in hope. As I went through several books, my eyes darted on one of the book which had something tucked in inside. It was something firm like a photo placed inside and it's edges were puckering out of the book. I took out the book and curiosity got the best of me as I tucked out the photograph.

With hands that suddenly felt icy cold, I opened the link. There, pinned at the very top of the screen under a bright, sensationalized headline, was a crystal-clear, high-resolution photograph. The lighting in the photo was stunning and terrible all at once. The golden sunset caught the edges of Tor's leather cut and highlighted the dark strands of my hair. The camera had captured the exact moment his lips met mine, his big hand cradling my jaw, my face upturned to his, completely lost in the moment. It looked intimate, raw, and entirely undeniable.

he asked for validation. Geodie, someone who was particular in cameras and photography stuff, responded, “That one is actually better. The one used in taking pictures during crime scenes has night mode vision and has higher mega pixels. Meaning, it captures a clearer and more vivid copy of a picture no matter how dark it is,” Geodie explained. After her explanation, Travis went back inside the mansion to get the camera he meant. We then waited for him until he returned. On his way back, tailing behind him was his brother who was not wearing any top shirts at all. It was only an obvious manifestation that perhaps he will not be joining us on our trip to the beach resort. Travis, as he walked

She chuckled, browsed through her phone again and showed me a picture. It was a photo of Nikolai and Elena, under the news headline. Elena had her hands around Nikolai's neck and he held her shoulders, the photo was blur and his face wasn't really visible to the camera, the fond smile was visible on Elena's face. The photo was obviously taken in a secluded and dark place. My eyes started stinking. “It's photoshopped”, I said, looking away. “You don't believe that”, Irina uttered. She was right, I don't think this photo was photoshopped.

Why's Barnes now looking as though he was cooking for the whole of Africa? "Yep obviously, since I just saw the super talented photographer's work." she gave a sobered up Toby, a glance. "...and now, these books!" "What books?" Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly.

Inside, a man lowered his telephoto camera, a malicious smile spreading across his face as he reviewed the digital photographs he had just captured. They were crystal-clear pictures of Bella and Connor meeting alone, looking intimate in the fading light. It was exactly the kind of evidence someone could use to utterly destroy a marriage.

La photographie est apparue en ligne le lendemain matin. Ce n etait rien de bien particulier au début. Juste un petit pot-in noyé au milieu d autres histoires. Le titre annonçait: ADRIAN COLE APERÇU EN TRAIN D ACHETER DES LIVRES SUR LA PARENTALITÉ — QUI EST LA FEMME MYSTÈRE?

When did Alec have time for novels when he was so busy with work? Jenny picked it up and flipped through it. A photo fell out. On it was a woman, arm-in-arm with a man and making a peace sign at the camera. Her smile was bright and beautiful. Jenny felt a headache coming on the longer she gazed at the photo. She wanted so badly to believe Yvonne was lying to her when she said Jenny looked like this woman. But…they were practically sisters. It wasn't even skin-deep, no—the woman had a similar air to herself.