Photoshop Troll James Novels & Stories

James had his back turned when I entered the room with his assistant/ manager. " James, your photographer's here. Say hello, would you?" James slowly turned and met my gaze. He lifted my chin as he emitted a sarcastic comment, " Nothing special!" ( How very rude?) " James, is that a way to talk to someone?" His assistant/ manager reprimanded him for his foul language. He turned to me and apologized on his behalf. ( James Sollis, the Rockstar, is so different in real life. Martin won't believe me when I tell him this and neither would his fans.)

It was now on the internet. "Oh my gosh! What have you done, James? Ah! I'm finished. Completely finished. Even if my face is blurred, those who know my voice and figure, will know that it's me. How can I face people now? I'm sure that many are laughing at me." he hit the floor hard as he cried. There were three videos. The last was a video of him trying out an anal fu*king machine. James fainted in his apartment. ***** Tonia sighed as she did her homework at her apartment. It was due tomorrow and was a very tricky math even fr her.

“She recently landed a major deal.” James swallowed. “A very major deal.” “How major?” Ava asked. James looked at Queen. “The biggest deal of my career.” The room fell silent. “She wanted me as her personal photographer for the campaign.” Queen frowned. “You never told me that.” “I was waiting until everything was finalized.” “Or until you got caught?” Ava muttered. James clenched his jaw. “Can you let me finish?” “No.” “Ava.” Queen’s voice was quiet. Ava looked at her friend. Then sighed. “Fine.”

Screwing his eyes and shading his brows from the sun rays with a hand, Thomas recognised the person immediately. “Howdy!” said the person meekly. It was none other than the great bully, James! “What d'you want, James?” asked Thomas, protectively, standing up to his full height. “Holla, holla, holla—” James began to speak up quickly, to stop Thomas from inflicting any more injury to his hand which had yet to cure fully. Looking left and right, and all around him, as though threatened by the fact that he was standing there, James began to speak.

"Be in control James. I know Blondie's intimidating. Also she likes chick flicks and Bieber, talk about that." "Really?" he looks baffled. "Chloe doesn't strike me as that type of girl." Tyler doubtfully said, eyeing me. He knows I'm up to something. I discarded his glare. "Do you want my help or not?" I questioned James. I don't know what came over me, but I started spewing lies to him about Blondie. It just bugs me that they're going out. James was about to say something when the photographer called him back on set.

James quickly grabbed the phone to see all the images that burned his heart. He rolled up his eyes at Grey again. He snorted in annoyance and then looked at the entire picture of Delilah. "That actor took my Candy to lunch together, and you didn't report it to me!" gritted James in an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry, sir. But the pictures will only ruin your mood. And they will also ruin your works later," Grey replied in his low tone. "Grey..." James pointed to wanting to spit on Grey, but he couldn't. James chose to turn away and handed his phone back.

James knew exactly what he was doing right now, and as much as I loved being the center of his attention, it didn’t change the fact that yesterday had happened. The bubbles on the screen appeared and disappeared multiple times before his message came through. J: Looks like your schedule has been cleared as of two minutes ago. Be my date? R: I’m not going to ask how you managed that… R: Dress code? J: Whatever you want. You’d look good in anything…. And nothing 😉 The thought of being bold crossed my mind. I’d never sent a dirty photo of myself before. But with James stuck at work and me laying on one of our patio chairs in nothing but a robe…. I decided to take a risk.

I drag James up the stairs. "Going to make babies?" Julie asks, laughing. James is so pale that I’m afraid he might faint. "No! We’re going to find a way to disown you as mothers. The internet works wonders." James and I run into my room and I lock the door. I see James is frozen, so I snap my fingers in front of his face. "You there?" "I think I just suffered trauma," he says. I furrow my brow. "You didn’t know it wasn’t the stork that brought babies?"

“James, delete that.” James easily dodged back, his movements fluid with an ease that made me realize just how old—or skilled—he must’ve been. “Delete it? Are you kidding? This is precious! I have visual proof that the stoic heir Blackwood has a softer side. Do you understand the weapon I now hold?” “You hold nothing that resembles a joke," Alexander growled, his voice rising dangerously low. James laughed, tucking his phone away with ease. “Oh, come now, grumpy pants. You’ll thank me one day. Besides, I enjoy the thought of this photo being my insurance leverage.”

“You are the talk of the town again!” He showed me his phone screen. I look down, unworried, expecting it to be the photo from yesterday. I already had a well-crafted explanation. “Yesterday, this photo was so dark that no one could make out who or what. But some random user did some Photoshop, and this is the new photo!” Jasper continued. “Now pal, you ready to tell us who you were staring at?”