Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

“That night, when we were assigned to start the search. I accidentally saw him that night, he took some liquid. I don't know which professor he met, but after that, he has power. To be honest, I also have other prejudices compared to what I just said!” "What?" “Li is a product of failure, one that managed to survive. Don't you ever suspect why he always wears black gloves? Even though… he never let go of that hand!” "What do you mean, there's something wrong inside his body?" Yuwen asked “Right, I'm sure of that. In addition, he is also strange, Li has strange things that he likes. Especially…women!” *** Prang Feeling the pain in her forehead, Teresa's eyes slowly opened. Light came in from

“You got a fever. What did you have that night?” Fenris pursed his lips. He didn’t want to speak about his mis-adventure, but the General’s heavy presence was overwhelming. “I mixed some poppy seeds with my dinner… and then some with my whiskey… and then I just ate them like that… it was all an experiment, I swear!”

Oh my lord. He's friend requested me. And follow requested me. I'm a grown ass woman, currently laying on my bed, grinning from ear to ear, because a guy wants to follow me on I*******m. You're in trouble. My panther teases as I scroll through the pictures on his I*******m profile. He mostly has pictures of nature, but there's a couple of selfies and a good shirtless picture of him. I stare at that one for a moment too long.

Ever since she found out I was younger, she’d been acting like she was my mom or something. “Okay, done!” she said after a few minutes of battling with my phone. “You have a profile now.” She paused. Her eyes widened. “Oh wow, you already have a message!” She squealed, raising her arms dramatically. “So fast?” I frowned. “Probably because I uploaded pictures of your babies,” she said with a wicked grin. My heart skipped. “What the hell? You know they look like Leonardo! What if someone recognizes them?” “Calm down,” she waved me off. “There

Especially someone with over 500,000 followers. There’s a saying in the influencer world: once you pass 10,000 followers, you’re a public figure, and people expect you to maintain your presence. Your page becomes your identity. That includes having a profile picture. When someone’s profile picture suddenly disappears, it usually means one of three things: the person deleted it, the person blocked you, or the account was flagged. But Tyler didn’t know me personally. So why would he block me? My curiosity deepened. I tapped on the empty profile image.

Clarabelle instructed Marisa to put on a sexy bikini for a profile picture that would attract potential clients. "Why a bikini?" Marisa questioned, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "I mean, I only wanna take a profile picture, so why do I need to wear a bikini?" Clarabelle explained, "We need a photo that grabs attention and makes you stand out. It's all about marketing yourself on these sites. A bikini will make you look sexy and attractive, so go put one on immediately."

Breeding. The little red warning popped up: EXTREME MATCH ONLY. He clicked confirm before he could chicken out. Username: prettyboy21. Profile pic: an over the top, seductive picture of his mouth, glossy and bitten red. Then the matching began, after a few seconds the result came. He matched with only one person. Username: Obsidian. No photo, age or bio. A shiver ran down his spine. Was he really about to match a stranger who could be a serial killer or worse, someone that knows him. Lennon didn't know which scenario was worse.

"I can make you forget the real world. I can show you the stars if you let me." There was nothing inherently scandalous about it. In fact, I was told it wouldn't even raise an eyebrow, let alone attract a client. But then again, the world is a strange place, and while those two mundane lines were skipped over by countless clients, there were a few who paid for my contact details. I couldn't decipher what they saw or what thoughts crossed their minds. Perhaps they glanced at my profile picture, mostly a shot of my nude back facing the camera, and assumed, well, maybe she doesn't have a beautiful face, but at least they have this ass they can indulge in.

"Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open." I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shirtless dudes—most of them taken in bathroom mirrors, some flexing, some looking like they were trying too hard to look casual about it. And then—oh, Jesus. Some had gone full send. "Ohhh, we got some dick pics," Imogen announced gleefully, squinting at my screen. “look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana"

That was it. That’s what I kept telling myself as I stared at the empty profile page. I stood up after a moment, pulling off my shirt, hesitating just slightly before taking a quick picture. I made sure my face wasn’t fully visible, just enough to show my body and nothing more. It felt strange, uncomfortable in a way I didn’t want to think about, but I ignored it and uploaded it anyway. Then came the price.