Pink Profile Picture Novels & Stories

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

She said her name is Pixie. "I am lost!" And again she bawls which Mizuko rushed to say she was kidding. It stopped Pixie right away. "Well, how long has he been gone?" "Not too long ago actually." Pixie has pink long hair with highlights of sky blue and yellow. She has rosy cheeks and flowers were tucked against her hair. The flowers were mostly everywhere. She has a pale skin and she looks like a cute doll. Only she looks sassy. "Why are you--"

They are not the same. “Of course, they are. They both are pink.” I reiterated. She sighed and looked at me like I was a kid learning my colors. She looked back at her phone and typed on it, a moment later my phone buzzed and I slipped it out to see a text from her. ‘One is wild berry pink and another is fuchsia pink.’ I stared at the screen of my phone for a long minute and I was so engrossed that instead of saying it to her face, I typed back my reply, “They both are pink!” And just to be clear I looked up at her and said it to her.

He’s gorgeous. Picking up the phone, I look at his profile again. Kip, aged twenty-eight. Twenty-nine tomorrow, obviously. It’s an unusual name. I forgot to ask him what it was short for. Kristopher, I’m guessing. His profile picture shows him from the chest up, dressed in an All Blacks shirt, looking at the camera and smiling. He has short dark-brown hair with a super sharp fade cut that’s longer on top, a neat beard and mustache, brown eyes, and slightly arched eyebrows that give him a bit of a wicked look.

Pink is every girl's favourite colour. "Ahh... okay! It’s not a problem," I assured her. "Did anything happen to you?" she asked worriedly. "No, I'm fine." I lied. The pain in my hand is unbearable but I didn't tell her. If I tell her she would feel pity. And I don't want any pity from anyone. I had enough of pity! "My name is Quinn," she chattered. "hmm... Sheila?" I almost questioned. "Nice name." She has a perfect tooth also. Her smile is pretty.

The only chairs open weren't close to each other so we could only make faces at each other as the people did their work. I had chosen to get my nails dipped in a pale pink that was almost white in color. It was my all time favorite color. I knew Brooke hated it, she thought it was too dull. Brooke of course had to have purple, with white designs on them. We were both pleased with their work as we left, Brooke still tried to convince me to go get my hair cut telling me mine looked a hot mess. I refused, I knew it wouldn't hurt to get a trim but I was really just ready to go back home and relax. Seth had yet to email and I had doubts if he ever would.

It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly. Alessia Winters. I clicked on her profile and alas,the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a a ponytail,her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips,it's ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips,her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point,like a little dimple. She stood behind a beach,her eyes glistening.

"You enjoy that color?" "Nothing's wrong with pink. It's the color of nipples and pussy—both my favorite things." He glared at me from behind the rim of his champagne, savoring a slow drink as his lips stretched wide into a mocking smirk. "Am I reading prejudice here? What's wrong with a guy adoring pink?" "Nothing whatsoever. You just radiate purple energy." "Why do I—" he started. Then he tossed his head and laughed. "You know what? No way is he going to ask us about our favorite colors or sex acts. He probably figures fucking around with his anus is like signing the lease on a new apartment in hell with your cock."

Yuri smiled and saved the picture on her phone. Then she turned on the camera and took a picture of a little porcupine and sent it to him. On the other side, in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Fremingo saw that the Yuri WeChat profile picture, which was set on the desktop alone, was marked with a red 2 and clicked it. Yuri: "your son misses you too." There was a picture below, in which a magnified pig nose could be seen. It was obvious that the camera was shot from the pig's nose, without any design and beauty.

"His profile picture is a guy with eight-pack abs. His name is a guy's name too." Avery said, "Eric, a profile picture doesn't mean that it's the person's true identity! Since the person who introduced her to your parents said that she's a girl, I don't think there's a mistake."