Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

Another guy, wearing his eyeglasses, made him look like a geek, but what really got my attention was the girl who seemed to be in all the pictures. She was stunningly beautiful. She was grinning with Blake in one picture, and they seemed very happy. One picture fell from the album, and it was them again, in their scuba diving suit, her hands were weaved at the back of his neck, and his arms were on her waist. My heart went to my throat as I read the message at the back. ‘My forever love’. I closed my eyes and sighed. Paintings can never be perfect, no matter how the artist wants them to be. I took the picture and slid it into the pocket of the luggage.

Monalisa suddenly fell onto the ground, her whole body quivering frantically like someone who is convulsing. “You better not die on me, Monalisa,” Hamilton muttered, squatting beside Monalisa and waiting impatiently for the result of his action. “What have you done to me?” Monalisa muttered when her quivering body slowed down a bit, her gaze on Hamilton who was squatting beside her. Hamilton let out a wicked grin as he saw that her body was responding positively to the bite. “Now you are going to live by my side for as long as I want.” Hamilton said inwardly, the wicked grin still on his face.

“Of course, it was so hilarious. Your facial expressions that day are unforgettable” Still laughing, she says “I know, you've still got all those silly pictures in your phone”. “I won't lie, most of them are cute and the others horrible. But then, it was worth it. I am happy I got to capture those moments”. She runs her hand through my curls as Marilyn used to, “You are so sweet Anna”. I don't say anything else and just watch the boys who are playing on a big field not too far away. Andrea's phone rings again, and I can see the caller ID. It is Mariquita calling. She picks it up, “Hello”.

Liziwe said not a word, but continued to stare unblinkingly, her mouth set in a firm, downward line. The month of confinement had not been kind. Her face had grown sallow and drawn; her bright eyes dull. The blow to her cheek had only begun to heal, leaving a shining, ripe scar in its place. It drew the eye, and made Susan cringe to look at it. And though one day it might fade, it could never be erased entirely: for there, upon her face, she would carry the reminder of that day, forever and always.

“It meant hiding. It meant waiting while you played the perfect image. It meant never knowing if I was the real deal or just another placeholder.” I stared at him. This man, this man I was going to unveil to the world tonight, was a stranger. Elaine, always so quick to exploit a moment of silence, slithered closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t blame him, Del. You were too busy staging the fairytale to realise someone else was living in it.” A knock on the bedroom door jolted us. “Adelaine?” my mother’s voice called through the heavy wood. “Sweetheart, the photographer says it’s time. Everyone’s waiting for you both.”

Another picture. Sent. Seraphina watched those images come in one after the other, her smile growing wider with each one. “Perfect,” she whispered. Her eyes gleamed. “This is exactly what I needed.”

I was thinking in myself whether he is a human being or God when he turned towards me and met his shining eyes with my eyes, which has now grown to the same size as a baseball in surprise. "I'm ain't no God so don't think too much... " He said this and plastered a perfect smile on his handsome face. "Springtime in Paris is the perfect time to have a picnic at the foot of the Eiffel Tower!" I saw him shifting his gaze on surrounding and his perfect smile was growing wider as much as he was looking around as be started capturing each and everything in his camera, It feels like he wants to remember every detail and don't want to forget it.

Their conversation came to a halt when the target exited the bar, leaning affectionately of a middle-aged man with a plump belly. She appeared professional, skilled at pleasing her customers. Not a hint of shame in sight! Understandably, it was nearing midnight, and she was confident that no one would recognize her. Damian swiftly grabbed his camera and aimed it at the perfect target. "Nice shot!" Damian murmured proudly at the outcome of his photography skills. He aimed a few more times, and the pictures were crystal clear. The advanced camera made a significant difference. There’s no blur. All of his targets are clearly visible! The price cannot lie! Where there’s a price, there’s quality!

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.