Petty Captions For Instagram Novels & Stories

And then she immediately uploads it to her social media account, friendztrend. “Lynelle, we're going to take a good shot here, look.” She shows me the picture she captured a while ago. It was immediately uploaded to friendztrend and it shook me. I took my phone out of my bag and opened my account. I was surprised by the caption she put on her post. “My goddess and famous best friend.” It also has the hashtag billionaire wife. I gave her a look, then she just gave me a peace sign. It was immediately flooded with reactions. I read the various comments of her friends, our classmates in high school and elementary. I read their comments.

Mia said. Harper blinked. “I—I mean, yeah. But it was just a dumb drawing. I didn’t tag anyone.” Mia snatched the phone. The post was simple. A black-and-white sketch Harper had uploaded last night before bed. A boy and a girl sitting back-to-back. Her caption read: “Some people only show up when it’s safe to want you.” Mia stared at her. “Harper. You wrote a caption.” “I always write captions!” “Not emotional girl poetry captions!”

We left for dream land. There is nothing that makes me happy in the morning or anytime working up when your favourite gal is in your arms. Her one leg crossed yours. Her hair all scattered on your shoulder to chest. Her lips slightly open. I got my phone and l arranged her hair beautifully and snapped a picture of the two of us.Just our faces could be seen. I then uploaded it onto my Instagram and Facebook account with a caption: let's sleep in each other's embrace forever. Before l put my phone down,notifications started to flow like water. In just 30 minutes l was having 200likes and 50 comments.

“You are tagged.” I grabbed my phone and checked. There it was, a picture of us kissing, with my name tagged beneath and the caption that read: Me and my girl.

“Caprice, don’t you have anything to tell us?” Caprice replied, “I can’t hop on a video call right now, so I’ll explain it by text. Everything that I’m about to tell you is the truth.” Freya replied, “Alright, shoot.” Lana said the same, “Sure, go ahead.” As for Piper, she sent a funny sticker of a penguin grabbing a pack of popcorn.

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

I made a video of the hallway, the grand staircase, and the massive living room with the caption: “New home, new life. Living my best life.” Next was a video of the bags, perfumes, and jewelry laid out on the bed, with another caption: “Splurge shopping for a princess.” Then a selfie, taken from a perfect angle that highlighted the sparkle of the sapphire necklace resting on my neck, with the caption: “Soft life only.” I posted all of them and waited. Within minutes, my phone began buzzing non-stop. Mostly my old friends from Paris. “Wait—where are you???” “IS THIS REAL???”

"Let's get everything set up." We spent the next hour uploading photos to the website and preparing social media posts. I wrote and rewrote the caption for the I*******m post at least ten times before Julian finally took my phone away. "It's fine," he said, reading what I'd written. "Stop overthinking it." The caption was simple: Introducing CLAIRE. For women who are done apologizing. Pre-orders now available. Short, direct and true. "You're right," I admitted. "It's good."

“You look like you ran a marathon.” Emily laughed softly as she sat down. “Feels like I did.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo of her hot cappuccino, which was designed with white cream on top and featured a lovely heart. She uploaded it to her account with a simple caption: [ New day. New beginning.] Stanley leaned in. “Let’s take one together. For memories.” She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine.” He snapped a selfie of the two of them—her smile small but real, his wide and unfiltered. He posted it to his account without hesitation.

"Where you've always belonged." The silence stretched between us for a long moment. I could hear her breathing, quick and shallow like she was on the verge of a panic attack. "Those photos," she finally whispered. "You can't seriously be planning to.." "Oh, but I am." I opened my laptop and pulled up the social media accounts I'd already prepared. "I've got them ready to upload to I*******m, F******k, T*****r, TikTok – everywhere. The captions are already written. #ProfessorPet has such a nice ring to it, don't you think?"