Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

After teasing me for nearly an hour over my silliness, we finally fall asleep in each other's arms. The next day we visit the Georgian House Museum; I have never seen anything so boring in my life before. It is a collection of furniture from the 19th century. It is porcelain silver, and do not forget the chandeliers. It was nothing that truly excited me at all. The day after the boring museum, we had a picnic on the Meadows, yes, an actual picnic; it is possibly one of the nicest things I have done so far in Edinburgh. It is the perfect day for Becca and me just to chill out and relax for a little bit.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

“Please spare me the critique Bernadette, I can see you checking the photos.” Bernadette smiled guiltily. “Edward, you did a fantastic job. Your photos came out brilliantly. King Sebastian, given the circumstances, you did do a good job. Would you like to see the photos?” Edward eagerly took the offered tablet and viewed the photos that had been taken of them. He looked better than he had been expecting. He looked like he was having fun which was how he had been really feeling. He flipped through to Sebastian’s. Sebastian was undeniably smiling, but he could recognise it as a tense smile. When the girl smeared liquid glue in his hair, Sebastian’s eyes were glaring at the camera.

What is certain is that they are happy, happy because they have finally arrived at the final search point and they have found a partner that fits their respective criteria. [][][]

It’s Zain. “To make things fair, and for you to stop being embarrassed….” I wait, what is he…ding. Well now. A picture comes through. My checks flame and a heat ignites in my belly. His muscular chest and exquisite abs stare back at me. I can see water droplets sprinkled across his gorgeous dark skin. Making trails all the way down to that perfect V. That is where it stops. I shake my head at myself when I open the photo to full screen to see what else may be visible. I can admit to myself I am a little disappointed that the photo is cropped right at the good parts. I mean, its all good parts, but now my curiosity is peeked. I want to know what lies below the edge of this picture. Purely for

The wood boards screamed in creaks as heavy footsteps thudded against weak wood. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. My finger hovered over the fourth picture on the slide. It was almost laughable how easy it was to get pictures of ‘celebrities’ these days. I didn’t even have to go through a lot of backroads, just searched up her name and there she was, right beside the devil himself, smiling like she had no idea just how despicable he was. She was beautiful, as always. Her hair was held back in a perfect ponytail, it let her perfect oval face take the spotlight and shine it did. Her red tinted lips puckered in a polite smile as she wrapped an arm around his waist. That should be my waist.

I took about ten pictures, with different poses and capturing my front, back and sides. The polaroid cameras did absolute justice to the pictures, making my body pop and highlighting my curves. I smiled as i looked at the pictures and sent them to Grey. “Damn, these are beautiful. I sure would have a good night sleep. Thank you my sexy goddess and thank you for making today one of the best days of my life.” “Aww i am so happy to hear that and i would want to be fucked sooner than later again.” “Hmm that would be nice. I have an idea that woudl blow your mind.”

Hazel imagined the sweet taste of a cake that would not only delight the taste buds but also be a visual marvel. Scattered throughout her notebook were pictures of romantic wedding invitations, dance floors that seemed to stretch into infinity, and intimate moments captured in candid snapshots. Hazel had meticulously compiled these images to create a visual storyboard of her perfect wedding, a dream brought to life through every photograph. With each passing minute on the plane, her excitement grew. Her notebook was a treasure trove of ideas and inspiration, a manifestation of the love and passion she had poured into planning her special day. As the plane glided through the skies, Hazel knew

I smile at myself I later saw a picture she snapped alone, she look so stunning in her pink grown. I saved it. **rosapearl** to be continue

He grinned, his eyes fixed on her like he was saying I think you're as beautiful as this night. "You like it?" She twitched her lips into a smile, "it's beautiful." "I know." "Take a picture if you want."she urged, glancing at his camera “I think it's too beautiful to be framed.” 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅.