Pink Profile Picture Novels & Stories

Ember POV " Hey, sissy! Am I dreaming? You came back!", it's Ashley, my so-called best friend. She's the daughter of my father's beta. She's one of the richest friends I have too. At the age of 18, she built a name on her own. She is the owner of the famous beauty shop La El. Ashley always gets what she wants. If you see her, you won't mistake her for anyone because she is the only shifter who has pink hair and multiple piercings on her ears. She loves wearing pink clothes too so I tease her sometimes by calling her Miss Pink.

Public account, what a whore. The profile picture is different from the one she’d seen yesterday. This one captures Moni smiling openly at the camera, about as beautiful as always, but looking to be inside a club, a glass in her hand. Name is Moni. I love dogs, yoga, chocolate and travelling!!!, the description says, followed by a bunch of sunny emojis. Moni is the childish type when it comes to his virtual life, then. She has 852 followers, which speaks of an affluent social life. So do her photos. Moni seems like an i* maniac, with posts of landscapes, her dog – and of course, herself.

he said flatly, downing the rest of his drink and signaling for another. Pinky flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re your biggest fans, man. Huge honor. Selfie?” Sab asked, already holding up his phone. “Sure,” Jaxon said easily. They snapped several shots—Jaxon posing sharp and effortless, the two of them grinning like idiots. “Gonna shove this in Evan’s face tomorrow,” Pinky muttered under his breath, smirking. “Teach us how to be like you,” Pinky blurted suddenly.

Ash: What's your favorite color? Olivia: Depends on my mood Olivia: I love red when I'm naughty, black when I want to be intimidating, and pink when I'm feeling soft and happy Ash: How about pink, then? for yes Olivia: What about no? Ash: What do you think about Ink? Olivia: Why Ink? Ash: Because it came to my mind Olivia: Okay Olivia: Pink for yes, and Ink for no Ash: Yes, that

I quickly concluded and she laughed “no he's not. He's just the guy who loves pink. He's also known as the pink model and it looks good on him” she said and grinned “okay, so tell me about the girl” I said and crossed my arms to listen “she's WiniRed. That's her nickname because her favorite color is red. She's the bad girl. Some say she has pride but she's still the one with most of the fans” “and why is that?” “because she shows them love. She's only proud towards other celebrities”

I opened it and as usual, there were tons of photographs. I looked all through her pictures. Many of them were with her friends. Then some other randoms. They were all really cute. As expected, she has a photogenic face. Her pictures are gorgeous. Her carmine lips, with many clothes tinted with the periwinkle hinted maybe she liked the colour? I mean her entire gallery was filled with every possible colour I knew, but purple dominated. I would love to ask her favourite colour one day.

There it was, Sophia's picture on Fenty's page, shoulders completely bare, lips painted in the deepest shade of red and lipstick in between her lips. Oh wow. I looked up at Sophia and she was drinking from her water bottle with a little smile playing on her face and she was also looking at the picture. "Wow. Sophia. When did this happen? You did not even tell us!" Kunle exclaimed, his tone full of awe and grudging respect. "Guys, this is the main deal. Don't scream." Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture.

I noticed that a 'someone' was missing. "Heyya peeps." I greet them. "What are you waiting for? Let's get inside." We all get inside this small room where a guy was sitting behind a desk working on a laptop, Blake saying something to him. "So. Zac is blue, Blake is red, Spencer is green, Cali is aqua, River is yellow and Justin is pink." The guy said, I think he was talking about our colours. "I want blue! Why am I pink?!" Justin complained about his colour.

Orange early morning light was pouring into the otherwise dim room through the skyscraper’s all-glass exterior walls, making Fiona’s porcelain skin look flushed with a peachy glow. In one pic she was running a hand through her silky hair. Her long fingernails were freshly manicured, painted pink with white tips. Another pic showed Fiona leaning forward, tugging the neckline of her dress down and angling the camera for a good look at her pillowy cleavage. In all the pics her steely blue eyes and perfect, fuchsia-slicked lips were caught in expressions of coquettish taunting. “Fuck,” I mumbled. My mouth filled with saliva.

She already had Sharon as a friend, and she’d be able to know if they had ‘friended’ each other. She found him easily from Sharon’s profile. There was a picture of them together on his last birthday, and he was tagged. She clicked on his profile. His main picture was of him in a pub somewhere, about to drink what looked like a Jager bomb. His cover picture was him and a group of friends, again at a bar. They all looked half-cut, and very young. She couldn’t see a lot of his profile because she wasn’t his ‘friend’, but he was tagged in other peoples posts that were set as ‘public’.