Profile Pictures Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Are you jealous?" "You wish." I snorted, concentrating on the tomato in my burger. Nathan seemed to be stifling a laugh and Colton looked immensely entertained. "Where did you even see her? Were you stalking me, Smith? Going through all my exes pictures and comparing yourself to them?" I resisted the urge to pull out his tongue and stick it up to his nose. The last thing I would do is admit that I actually wanted to see if Victoria's niece was as beautiful as her aunt and unfortunately I wasn't pleased as I searched her on F******k and saw her profile pic. It was a pic of her in a blue and white bikini on a beach as she posed with both hands spread on sides and a huge smile on her gorgeous

She told me he always came off as pretentious. Old me would have defended him, but now I welcome all insults. Jade showed me the photos before sending them to me. “Post this one and these two.” My account is normally full of museum photos, food, and cute things. I’ve deleted all of them. Changed my bio and profile picture. Jade walked me through the right tags to use. She whistled after I posted the pictures. “You got this. You look gorgeous. How do you say gorgeous in your language?” She looked at me with a thoughtful expression.

I didn't know when I clicked on his profile and was taken to his page. He had twenty thousand followers and followed just a few. I found myself scrolling through the pictures he posted. He didn't have many posts—just ten—and only four were of his face. The rest were just pictures of the sky and nature scenes. I clicked on his recent post, and so help me God, I felt the tingling in between my legs as I stared at the picture. He was in a casual outfit—a top that tightened around his arm, showing his muscle. The image of me gripping his arm flashed before me. How can someone be this handsome? How does he keep in shape and look so young? I zoomed into the picture, over the muscular arm. However,

The girl stood in the sunlight, wearing a bright smile. She had glasses on, but her features were pleasant to look at. Her smile was extremely friendly. She gave off a very docile feeling. Avery looked at the photo and liked her a lot, too. Then, Eric sent her the profile picture from the girl's social media. The girl's profile picture was a photo of a buff man taken at a gym. Side by side, the two photos strongly juxtaposed each other.

Amanda, as it turned out, was a person of great pride. Dickson’s expression darkened as he located her I*******m account. Her profile photo remained unchanged, a snapshot from her high school days—a time when she exuded beauty and vitality. In the picture, her eyes sparkled like bright stars, captivating anyone who laid eyes on them. Regrettably, those starry eyes were no longer visible to him.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Only the name was a lie. Then it was time for the body description. I said I was slim,a bit of a large stomach, and a petite figure.For my profile picture, the site wanted a clear photo of me holding a sign with my username and the site's name to prove I was real. They said this picture wouldn't be posted, and I could use whatever I wanted for my main profile picture as long as it followed the rules.

A second later, her eyes grew wide in shock. “Ahemm..I see. Nice!..” “You should change your profile picture, it was too formal.” She was taken aback. “Umm.. okay?” Her eyes darted sideways. “Yeah, you should replace it with a more candid photo.” He said as they walked back to their line. She nodded. “Got it.” He had a point. The photo she used was the only photo inside her wallet. It was a copy of an ID picture. It really was too formal for a social media account profile picture.

Maybe I will feel the same if I realize I unnecessarily shared something with someone. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, looking everywhere but me. “Maybe you weren't as good at photo editing as I am.” I try to tease him, hopelessly hoping he will stop feeling awkward. “Speak for yourself, Brown.” He retorts back, “Adding some stupid filters and adding your head on funny images doesn't make you a pro editor.” “Hey! That's called art.” I defend myself. My I*******m is a mess. For the life of me, I can't make aesthetic posts. All the photos I uploaded are either funny edits of my friends on their birthdays or myself. Yeah, I have no social media life. Thinking about my i***a feeds reminds me of so

"I hate to admit that that stupid fight was actually something that we needed to alleviate some stress. I smiled at him and then he went inside. After about half an hour he returned and I was still sitting outside on my phone. My followers on my I*******m were steadily growing I had 15 thousand and was hoping that by next year I could at least have 100 thousand which is a solid base to start my influencer platform. At some point, I would also need to have a Youtube channel for my fans. These thoughts were plaguing me as I was looking for outfit inspirations. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing together. "There is something that's a bit uncomfortable that I need to say..." he started o