Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

She turned the page and found another photo photo of herself reclining on a picnic blanket, Ethan's arm across her shoulders. Something tightened in her chest. She was not wearing the same dress as the first photograph. The lighting was incorrect. The background wasn't even at the same location yet, her pose, her smile-they were the same as the previous photo. Her breath hitched. The photographs were not real. They were fabricated. Staged. The realization struck her with a cold, hard shiver. She slammed the album shut, heart pounding. What else was a fabrication? She spun, surveying the room, looking for anything-anything-that might reveal the truth. She went to the closet, pulling open the

Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, he opened it to reveal a shocking and explicit image of a woman named Penelope. The picture displayed Penelope sitting in her personal car, her tight top struggling to contain her ample cleavage. It was a provocative sight, one that seemed intentionally designed to entice and shock the recipient. Liam's initial reaction was a mixture of temptation and disgust, as he grappled with the unexpectedness of the image.

It took him about thirty seconds to pull out what looked like a photograph out of his bag and handed it over to me. "Do you know the woman in that picture?" He asked. I stared at the picture for a while....just because I couldn't not look at it. She looks so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. She has the most beautiful hair I have ever seen on any woman and it was styled to perfection and those smiling dark eyes looked like every man's dream and nightmare at the same time. She has a perfect dentition too. God definitely took his time creating this one. Her hair was styled in a way that made her face pop and her eyes shine and those bow-shaped lips...God, what I would give to have

God, this man knows how to read me, it's incredible that without looking at me, he can deduce what's true. "No." "You are the epitome of sensuality." "What?" I question with wide eyes, as I arrive in the dining room, I get comfortable. "Yes, that's what they've been saying in the comments on the photo my mother posted on her F******k profile," he grabs his phone, unlocks it and shows me, my eyes widen even more as I see the eight thousand comments and five hundred thousand likes. What is this? This happened in just a few hours. "You can have breakfast," he puts down his phone and returns it to where it was, "you don't have to worry, things are going well, we're the perfect couple."

" Dare," " Cool. Show me your hot pic. I guess you had some photos on your phone." he asked as his eyes moved to the phone in my hands. Do I have any hot pic? First of all, I can't say I'm hot by myself. " Let me see," I opened my gallery and searched it. Every picture of mine is innocent-looking and cute. How am I gonna...Oh, god, I spotted it. A picture of me in front of the swimming pool in bra and panties. Is it good?

She really took her time to ankle herself at a place where she would capture everything—the pause, the position of our hands, the lighting of our faces and how they had slighly ankled to welcome the kiss, our slightly parted lips, the emotions—everything is perfectly captured, and no one would even be dumb enough to ask what was happening in the picture. “You both agree with me, right?” She breaks the silence, dropping the unnerving, tormenting picture from our faces. “It looks like some kind of abomination was just about to take place, right? Would someone care to explain what in the devil's name is happening between you two?” She asks, shoving her phone in her pocket and crossing her arms

He mutters under his breath as he quickly puts down his phone. "Were you taking a picture of me?" I ask. He shyly smiles and looks at his phone with the picture. "You looked so...beautiful. I'm only going to use it for your contact picture." "Then, I need a picture of you." I say. "What? No, I don't do pictures." He crosses his arms. "Well, that's too bad now isn't it?" He huffs out a breath while I focus my phone camera on him. The foggy windows accenting the picture perfectly as he looks at me, a cute smile on his face. Those pearly whites showing and his dimple coming on display.

Also, do you have more pictures? Not just the profile kind. I want to see more of them. I want to know what they look like when they’re just existing, not posing. Something about that makes it feel more real. The_Triumvirate has shared images with you. I click the first one and immediately cover my mouth to muffle the gasp that slips out. There, on the screen, are three c*cks. Big, thick, veined, and almost too perfect to be real. For a second, I can’t do anything but stare.

She has the antique camera and she still can use them . She takes out the camera and takes few photo of her and Li Zhi ... Then she arrange the pictures on the table . " Which one do you want ?" She ask softly . There are seven pictures on the table . " I'll take these two . The one she was smiling brightly and their head are close to each other and the one she pouted , well she looks cute in that picture . He takes the two pictures and put them in his wallet .

3rd Person's POV "Perfect." "One on the right side." "Perfect." "Beautiful." "Wait...hmm...yes....look at the camera....yes...hold on....Perfect." "And.......3..2...1....shoot." *click* "Woahh they turned out perfect." Said Dhairya- Myra's photographers as they are working on a magazine cover photo. "Look at this one." Dhairya said as Myra came towards the screen that showed the pictures clicked on the camera.