Novel Photo Novels & Stories

Her eyes skimmed over them absently as she passed. Then she froze. It wasn’t on the front of the major weekly. It was tucked on the lower corner of a more sensational tabloid, one known for alien abductions and celebrity conspiracy theories. But the photo was painfully, unmistakably real. A grainy, zoomed-in shot, taken from what must have been a long lens across a beach. It showed two figures walking hand-in-hand along the water's edge, their faces turned toward each other, blurred but identifiable. Her. Alessandro. It was from weeks ago, their first walk on the secluded cove near their home. She remembered the day—the wind, his laughter, the feeling of his thumb stroking her knuckles.

he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “I didn’t figure you for a traditional type of bloke, Mr. Barrington,” I teased affectionately. Victor watched us from his cot, his bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. He chewed happily on his tiny fist and gurgled contentedly. I hadn't gotten him a card, as was the tradition. Instead, Cassidy had helped me choose a digital photo book, its sleek design fitting perfectly in my hands. Our precious memories filled the pages - from our engagement and wedding photos to Victor's first photo shoot. The glossy photographs captured our love and happiness, a tangible reminder of the beautiful moments we shared.

The Obscura prints the photos themselves where a particular one caught her attention. “No, he couldn’t be.” She whispers in disbelief and stares at the particular photo in front of her. A photo that is unlike any other that can show its bearer the events that happened in that time when it was taken. A minute past and a minute in the future. Everything will be shown like a movie in a shape of a regular photo. “Tsk!”

There isn’t anything other than your standard furniture and a bookcase that seems relatively newer than the rest of the furniture, due to both the different colored wood and how clean it looks in comparison to the dresser and end table. There isn’t anything on the bookcase other than a few textbooks, scattered paper, and what looks like a handmade photo album. Picking it up she flips through the few pages included so far all of them print outs from a digital camera glued to the paper – all of them of Noel. The last picture included is of Harken and Noel at what looks like the mining museum, a place she never imagined Noel would go. “I don’t understand why you would have something like this i

I can't help but groan. "Mom." "What?" She retorts. "You probably don't have any photos together in public. I just thought it would be nice—" "I love it," Lennox interrupts her. "You do?" My mouth hangs open, the sound of my pounding heartbeat still echoing in my ears. Lennox gently turns the wooden-framed photograph in my direction, its origins evident from the small watermark in the corner, indicating it was taken from a celebrity news site. The image captures a moment at LOVE Park, where I stand with my arms crossed, accompanied by Lennox, who serves as my loyal bodyguard. A wire from his earpiece dangles casually, a reminder of his constant vigilance.

◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆ (Nora’s POV) Two months of letters and stolen afternoons and I’d stopped pretending this was temporary. Noah photographed me one afternoon, candid shots while I read in his studio, curled on the worn leather armchair with a volume of Adrienne Rich open on my lap. I was unaware until the shutter clicked, soft and deliberate. “Let me see,” I said, lowering the book. “Not yet.” He set the camera on the table, lens cap still off. “When they’re developed. I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”

To Janine, this is way beyond the best. She looked around and saw the unique photos taken by famous photographers. Unique and simple. Some are elegant and abstract. But Janine loved the candid shots of the common people walking on the streets. “This is good.” She said as she pointed at the photo taken in Myungdeong on a rainy morning. People were on their umbrellas and it showed how the rain was pouring down the street and on the umbrellas. “It’s simple but it conveys a different meaning.” Porter smiled. “Yes. It looks good.” He beamed as he watched Janine admire the photography.

Beautiful in his brokenness. Liana climbed onto the bed carefully, positioning herself beside him. She pressed her body against his side, resting her head on his bare chest. She took the first photo. It was intimate, compromising. Her hand on his stomach. Her lips brushing his neck. Another where she was almost straddling him, her short black dress riding up her thighs. Each click sent a thrill through her veins. She took dozens of photos from different angles, making sure they looked as damning as possible. Then she selected the best ones and sent them to Noelle’s number with a simple, cruel caption:

Then I walk to my study. The study is my sanctuary and my prison. Behind the false panel in my desk drawer, I keep the things she must never see. I open the panel now. Inside is a photograph from our wedding. Luca is in the background. He is laughing, his head thrown back, his hand resting on Nova's waist. The photographer captured it by accident. Luca's fingers are curved around her hip like he belongs there. I have stared at this image a hundred times. Each time, my chest tightens with something that is not jealousy.

I met Sebastian and Josephine outside the store, I knew either Sebastian or Phoenix had taken a really nice photo of Dominic and me without us knowing, I just needed a copy of it. "Hey Seb, was it you or Nix that took that photo the other day?" "I did! And it was a very nice photo of the two of you." "Can I have a copy please?" "Sure." he opens his phone and sends me a copy. We then head to the photo place and I got a copy printed off. I got Josephine to put the photo in because the frame was silver and I can't touch it without it burning.