Photoshop Troll James Novels & Stories

Sharp. Shot in natural light. Cropped. James. And a woman. Not recently — years ago. A quiet moment caught just outside what looked like a townhouse. James was in a gray T-shirt and jeans. Casual. Young. The woman was older. Blonde. Elegant. She had her hand on his arm. But that wasn’t the shocking part. It was the toddler in the woman’s arms. Blurry, but visible. And the back of the photo had a single line scrawled in black ink.

What Beverly didn't notice, what none of them noticed, was that James didn't just send the photo to Beverly. In his excitement, in his genuine happiness for his new friend, James made a simple mistake. Instead of sending the photo privately to Beverly's phone, he posted it to his I*******m story with the caption: "Amazing transformation for our beautiful coworker! Some people don't know what they have!" The post went live at 1:47 AM. By 2 AM, it had been screenshot and shared dozens of times. By 3 AM, it was trending in the local social media groups.

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

She knew that this was what she should do next. Everything had been explained clearly. Even if someone would still take a distorted view of her in a short time, at least they wouldn't slander and mock her anymore. In fact, she felt happy, and she was moved by what he had done for her. However... "Did you ask someone to hack the school website?" "Yes." James nodded, "Although the man in the photos is me, I know that you don't want others to see those photos. You're in a bad mood because of those photos, so I'm not happy either. I only want you to be happy."

I turn my phone towards him so he can see the email, "somone wants to buy my photo of Tikiri." James scrolls through the email until he gets to the picture, "hey! I didn't know you took this one," he exclaims as he starts to laugh hysterically.I couldn't blaim him, it was a pretty funny picture of him and Tikiri playing in a mud puddle, both covered in mud and looking like they were wrestling. "How much are they offering?" I take my phone from him and scroll to the offer. When James sees it he lets out a long low whistle, "damn. That is a lot of zeros." "Yeah no shit," I mumble, still in shock. "Should I do it?"

All I did was to smile and answer. A week later, I received a call from the guy that looks like Theo. His name turns out to be James. He was the photographer responsible for the promotion. He only called to inform me that I was chosen to be the visual that will represent their products, and also to inform me that I will have a two-year's contract. Although I was beyond happy, I've tried my best to act professionally, which I didn't succeed at. Because I still remember myself jumping and screaming on the phone like a five-year-old kid that found the way to Wonderland.

Take decided he would go ahead and have a shower so that he could speak with James about the new children models they signed. After his shower he spoke with James. Takamasa was sitting next to him as they spoke. James could only look at Takamasa. With time away from Takeyasu, James ruminated on his indiscretion with Marna. He became even more embarrassed that he did something disrespectful towards his boss and friend. "James if you don't stop staring at my brother I'll start to wonder if Lauren is the one that actually turns you on and not…" He looked at his twin. Takamasa pulled Takeyasu ear. "Idiot. Cant you see the blush on his cheeks that's embarrassment. Not lust." Take couldn't help bu

They looked more like people of unsound minds than soldiers and the sight had James laughing out loud because it looked to comical to pretend to stay serious. After a little while if laughing, he turned back serious, wanting to understand how something of such could happen in their obj when they were not witches, which was when he realized. “Luna. It’s definitely Luna’s work. No other person could have done it but her” James said proudly with a smile on his face at the fact that she was very smart to have done that despite not knowing that there was going to be a war. Trent seconded the smile. “Oh”. Amelia stated.

"Yeah. Madam still has very high standards. Mr. Fordham's better than Jonathan, so why would she ditch him?" "Where are the trolls now? Let me guess. You guys are going to say that the photo was edited to make the woman look shorter, right? I got someone to examine the photo, and no modifications were found!" "But the side profile of this woman really looks like Madam's. Could it be her long-lost sister?" "Am I the only one who feels disgusted? Not only did he take their relationship for granted, but he even found a woman who looks like Giselle so he could use her as a substitute. It's honestly so gross."

Or was James just misunderstood? “That James is one rotten egg. I do not like him one bit.” Lola grumbled and I sighed. Maybe it wasn’t all in my head.