Soft Aesthetic Pfp Novels & Stories

"Why..." "Add me as a friend, and then we'll be square. No one owes anyone anything," Halsey said quickly, her voice firm. Dwight gave her a glance before pulling out his phone and adding her as a friend. After opening Halsey's Facebook page, he noticed her profile picture was a close-up of her face, taken at sunset. Her small, oval face was lit by a soft, sweet smile, with a few strands of dark hair framing her face. The atmosphere was youthful and beautiful.

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I will become the most powerful emissary and we will no longer have to depend on this shop, wait, grandmother. Des annees se sont ecoulees, je suis un Hero de E-rank et le plus fort emissaire de mon village, Sofiya. I've trained every day, there's no emissary school in this place, so I have to train by myself or with other emissaries passing by.

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"Did you win the karaoke?" "No, it's not over yet. My turn has passed but that's not important. Take a look at this!" She shoved her phone to my face. I pulled my face back a little so I could get a proper look. There was a guy on the screen. He had beautiful and glossy midnight black hair, sterling blue eyes, and pinkish porcelain skin. His dark pink lips looked like melted candy and the hotness on his cheeks was apparent and gave him a childish and cutely innocent boy look. It was the guy Neo hated the most after Zayne.

I sing. My mom has improved my mood a little, dad is doing well, I feel that everything is settling down as time goes by. It's a new beginning for me. I create the account on the website and add a profile picture, I don't put one of me, I just put a heart. My username is @jadenotienefinalfeliz. What? It's the truth.

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I already knew I was going to be late but I didn’t want to reach even later than I was originally supposed to. Fifteen minutes later, I was out. I considered putting on makeup but again, I didn’t want to give off the wrong idea. I was aiming to be as simple as possible, I didn’t want Jax Coleman thinking I was trying to impress him or something. I mean, I didn’t want him to think I was frumpy or something and decide that I would not make a good pretend fiancée. But I didn’t want to give off the impression I was coming after him either.

We were tucked away in a corner where the only other patrons were high-end art dealers who were too busy with their commissions to notice the woman with the bloodshot eyes and the shaking hands. I looked down at the screen. It was a social media profile of a woman—vibrant, bold, and undeniably younger. Her feed was a curated mess of neon lights, expensive cocktails, and a face that was the definition of modern beauty. And there, in every second photo, were her lips. Painted in that exact, sickeningly sweet shade: Soft Nude Pink.