Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

A photographer went to our table and asked us if we're done eating because he wanted to take a picture of us. "Sure. No problem," Rueben agreed, and the boys immediately went behind us. We gave them random poses especially, formal ones. According to the photographer, anyone who looks at the picture should be intimidated by us, so none of us smiled and gave our best serious looks. I think we looked fine because I saw people from other tables turn their heads and gossiped about us. "Perfect!" He expressed his gratitude and was about to turn his back, but Abi stopped him and asked for another shot.

"Rebecca, I treat you as my friend, but don't cross the line!" "She's the one who crossed the line!" "Shut your mouth!" "I'm telling the truth." She walked to him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do you think she isn't crossing the line?" He glanced at it. At that very moment, his heart seemed to skip a beat. It was Persephone in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, smiling happily. Next to her was a young man who smiled as sweetly as she did.

I asked. "Yeah, go ahead Rox, open it," he urged and I pried the lid off the box. I squealed and bounced up and down. Inside was a beautiful necklace with a bone pendant that had been carved into a howling wolf. There were small violet crystals for the eyes and the chain was gleaming black metal.

Petris is coming back today and she wanted us to go on a picnic. at first i denied but then it hurt me to see her sad for which i hate myself. while waiting for her I started strolling in the garden when i saw her! The most beautiful women i have ever seen in my entire life!! Her fair but warm skin , her beautiful blue eyes, her sugar pink lips, those blonde straight hairs up into a high pony that body and features could easily beat any top model. then it hit me as my wolf exclaimed "MATE!" she has kind of a strange aura of power i can feel it but.....

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

A comment immediately popped up on the screen. "No, it was a misunderstanding! When will Hilary finally realize that Wesley has only ever had eyes for her and nobody else?"

Richard stood beside him, younger, less gray. And there was a gap. A section of the photograph had been deliberately cut out. The edges were jagged, uneven, clearly made with scissors or a blade. Someone had been standing beside Richard and Charles. Someone had been removed. Bianca stared at the empty space, someone had not simply forgotten that person, erased them or the person left voluntarily? She heard footsteps approaching and turned. Sophie stood a few feet away, studying the same photograph. "Noticed that too, huh?" Bianca looked back at the image. "Who was it?"

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

she pouted. Before he could answer, his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call, his voice low, his back to her. Deli’s eyes followed him, her mind drifting. Her heart tugged. Was this real? Was all her pain finally over? Everything felt too perfect… and that scared her. Whenever life got this good, something always seemed to happen to ruin it. Still, she told herself, she would enjoy this moment. When Chase returned, she searched his face. “Everything okay?”

The scribbles that were originally shapeless are now starting to show the face of a beautiful woman. When Nayya is busy with her painting. No one noticed the arrival of a middle-aged woman wearing a veil that matched the color of her clothes. Her face also looks exactly like Albara's. "Am I bothering you?" Everyone who was focusing on Nayya's painting was shocked. Nayya even almost dropped her brush after seeing the arrival of Diana, a woman she still didn't know. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Diana," said everyone except Nayya, who was still silent. "Good afternoon. It seems you are so focused that you don't notice my arrival," said Diana, who pretended to be sad.