Ranboo Pic Novels & Stories

"I won't." "All right, so I've been in there a few times lately, but today I noticed a picture of him and some chick. You know, like a couple in the snow. I had to get a closer look to see who the fuck would be with asshole Kratz." He laughed, but Noah was already feeling too annoyed to laugh. He had a feeling where this was going. "I didn't recognize her at first because she's wearing a beanie and shit, but she looked familiar. Then just behind it, there was another picture and there they were, Roni and Kratz, holding hands in front of that Medieval Times place."

That was practically a free tank of gas for my bike. "Fine," I grumbled, snatching the phone out of her hand. "But I’m not doing a whole photoshoot. Five pictures, and then I’m done." "Deal!" Brenna squealed, instantly turning around and posing against the dark wood of the stairs. She put one hand on her hip, tilted her chin down, and flashed that bright, dazzling smile that everyone in this town loved. "Make sure you get my shoes in the frame, Anna! And don't hold the camera too high, it makes my legs look short."

Shawn and Kirrah On closer inspection of these photos, a low growl escaped Shawn's throat. Stuck on the wall were tons of pictures of Aubrianne. "Photos of her at an amusement park, a library, do you see this?" Shawn questioned. Kirrah reached out and caressed his shoulders, soothing him, sensing his rising agitation for this punk Ron. After she inspected them closely, "Yes, babe," her eyes slid to another and then another, "a cafe." Kirrah continued.

Raña almost snatched the iPad from Jana's hand. "Gosh, brother!" Raña leaned in front and showed her older brother the news article with Rome's photo with an unknown lady sitting at the bar and near the beach. "It is really you, and who's this lady with you? Hm?" My eyes widened and I looked away. Is that... Is that me?

"Would you put something on? You're standing around here fucking naked, for fuck's sake!" Brynne glared at me with daggers shooting from her eyes and reached for her robe. It had been on a side table the whole time, just out of the camera's view. I hadn't noticed it there a moment ago. She pulled it on and belted the waist, her arms and hands making hard, snapping movements as she squinted her eyes, scaring fiery brown daggers at me. She stuck her hand up under her hair and worked it around for a moment before extracting a long wavy brown hairpiece. She set it carefully on the table. Then she turned her back on me and bent over first one leg and then the other, removing the stockings and str