Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

We needed to be on good terms. He seemed to understand that just as much as I did. “Did you wanna see the baby? I actually have the ultrasound pictures in my car.” Jared smiled slightly. “I’d love that Becca.” We both walked back over to my car where I pulled out the pictures. I tried to tell him what everything was, but the baby was still so small at this point that there wasn’t much to show. “Can I keep one of these” he asked. I nodded without hesitation. He ripped off the bottom one.

The brunette then started to pose. Jai took a few steps back and knelt down, taking the picture from below. When he got the kind of picture he wanted, he surged his energy from inside and inserted it into the device. The screen blackened for a second with the sound of click, just like when a camera takes a picture. He showed the brunette the picture then. Harris gasped and took the device to look at it closer. “OH!! I LOOK GOOD!!” Jai chuckled. “I’m glad you like it. So where should we take pictures of a beast?”

The video had barely started playing when my screams filled the courtroom. As the screen slowly came into focus, everyone saw it clearly. Claire stood up and stabbed me again and again with a long needle. People in the courtroom rubbed their eyes at the same time. Someone gasped, "Wasn't she supposed to be paralyzed from the waist down?" "So she had been faking it this whole time?" "This has to be AI-generated, right?" "No way. If the court approved it as evidence, it has to be real!"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

***Hyacinth*** I examined the Polaroid camera I had recently purchased, its surface adorned with charming little trinkets. For some reason, it reminded me of *her*—the woman who had once used a similar camera to manipulate my husband. A faint sigh escaped my lips, but I quickly shook off the memory. Turning to my best friend, Patricia, I admired her effortless elegance. We were twinning in matching trench coats, hers in a deep burgundy and mine in a soft beige. She was a natural behind the lens, and I couldn’t wait to capture some moments together.

The one meant to leave no room for doubt. The man lay on top of Melissa, his body pressed over hers, one arm planted beside her head. Her eyes were closed, her limbs still, the sheets slightly rumpled beneath them. It was intimate—too intimate. A picture frozen in the worst possible moment, framed to look like something it wasn’t. But to the world, it would say only one thing. And that was the point. Perfect. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve believed them myself. That was the beauty of it.

Wow, that sounds so much more messed up than I thought it would. A picture stops my frantic flicking. It's a picture of Shinee with a girl at his arm. She's beautiful, her hair stark white, her eyes a purple tinted colour, kind of like Shinee's, but darker. I've never seen her before, but just the sight of her and her perfect complexion next to Shinee has an uncomfortable twinge in my stomach accelerating. Am I jealous? No, I've never been truly jealous, and I'm not about to be after all these years just by looking at a one-hundred-year-old photo.

friend and eat bagels together, when the biker had hit her from behind. Gary opened his left hand and revealed an empty palm. He feigned a shocked expression. Hope gasp, but she was also feigning as they had done this routine before. "Where is it?" "Should we check the right?" He said in an exaggerated inquisitive tone. She nodded with excitement. Gary opened his right hand, but it was empty yet again. "Where?" She kept up with the act. "Where do you think?" He teased.

I was lost in the trance of looking at her, her near round face, perfect eyebrows, perfect. Aminah shrieked and she practically flew out of her chair. This babe ehn. She gets wahala, no doubt. They resumed looking at the pictures, Aminah's voice in awe as if the girls in the pictures weren't humans like the rest of us. She'd be surprised to see that their lives ain't all rainbows and sunshine like the pictures on I*******m portray.

Conan shrugged “ well not exactly , you gotta see the content “ “ what the actual fuck “ ten or so pictures dropped open from the envelope , all my words got lost at once as I gazed at the photographs that had fallen on the ground . Each of the photograph was filled with proactiveness , a girl was sitting in a dingy room on a chair , clad in a fluffy and lacy lingerie , in another she was completely naked with nipple piercings - but the scary thing was , the girl in the photos didn’t look proactive at all compared to her dress , she was covered in blood , I couldn’t see her face as in each photograph her face was mutilated as if someone had clicked on the photos and then use a sharp blade to