Picture Perfect Novels & Stories

I went to their company and inquired about Shane’s work schedule and I learned that she has a photo shoot right now but I don’t know the exact details. I tried to call her to inform her that I am here in America right now but it’s just a voice message from the line who answered me. I left a message and went back to the hotel that I’m staying at. Her photo shoot will start at noon so I decide to buy some flowers for her and reserve a restaurant so we can talk privately. Time flies and it’s already noon so I went to the place where she is.

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

My thumb swipes up on the glass screen. The first image loads instantly. It is a high-resolution, close-up photograph of my own bedroom. I am asleep on my back, my shoulder bare. Curled tightly against my chest is Hazel, her face turned toward the camera lens with a wide, triumphant smile. The lighting is perfect. The sheets are tangled around her waist. It looks exactly like what it is. A victory photo. "Where did they get this?" My voice is gone. Only a dry wheeze comes out of my throat.

Fuck my hand; it's my heart that's broken. I stared at her picture. The one I took of her at work when she showed me the painting of Lady Percival with the book. I remembered how I'd used my mobile to take the photo and was pleasantly surprised to see how nice it came out. So nice in fact, I downloaded it and ordered a print for my office. Didn't matter it was only the camera in a cellular phone- Brynne looked beautiful through any lens. Especially the lenses of my eyes. Sometimes it almost hurt to look at her.

Said Alex while stroking Precious stomach Alex then takes out his cellphone and takes a picture of himself and Precious with it. Alex then looked at the picture and he couldn't stop smiling. He looked so happy that Precious who saw him smiled. Precious also kissed Alex's dimples that appeared when he smiled. "Why do you look so happy?" Precious asked, staring at Alex "Isn't our family photo very beautiful." Said Alex, staring at the photo he just took with a look of admiration "Isn't that a family photo yet? There are only the two of us in the photo ... "said Precious and Alex immediately shook his head

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That made it better. God. Not worse. Fair. Several more photographs followed. Reasonable. Some serious. God. Some silly. Fair. Most silly. Reasonable honestly. Then eventually they captured one. God. The one. Fair. Everybody smiling. Reasonable. Peanut looking toward Lily. God. Lily looking toward Peanut. Fair. Adrian and Elena looking happier than words could explain. Reasonable. Perfect. God. Not because everyone posed correctly. Fair. Not because everyone looked flawless.

The vibrant colors of the images stand out starkly against the dull surroundings. She stares at them for a long time, her vision blurred by fresh tears. Her hands tremble as she reaches for one of the pictures, her fingers brushing against the glossy surface. It’s a picture of Arthur and Bethany standing in front of his company, smiling and holding hands like they don’t have a care in the world. Maybe they really don't. Millicent’s breathing quickens. The pain in her chest intensifies as she grips the edge of the photo tightly, her nails digging into the paper.

said Amanda. "Tch! I'm a supermodel, Belina Carmella Rose. How can I wear sneakers with my expensive dress? You really are a cruel woman who has no feelings," Nana scolded. "Using those sneakers on your feet doesn’t make your face suddenly become ugly. If the photographer wants to take a picture of you, you just say that later taking pictures of you half your body don't get to your feet," said Amanda casually without a burden. "You crazy woman! You always have an answer! It's really annoying," said Nana again.