Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture. "Why did you click on that?" Kiara asked surprised, "There's no profile picture." "Instincts," Shelly replied with a shrug. The profile opened displaying Adam in various pictures on his power bike, his doctor uniform though those ones were few. "Adam is a badass guy with a power bank? Color me shocked!" Kiara exclaimed not hiding the surprise evident on her face. "I'm not in the least surprised," Shelly said with a smile, "I kinda knew he had it in him."

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."

“Come on… okay, one last time. I promise I won’t bring it up again.” Mason swallowed the ice cream in his mouth. “They are all weird. Like the most terrifying people I’ve met in my whole life. The next one might end up asking if he or she can burn down my fucking house or stab me straight in the throat.” Yara sighed, reaching to hold his shoulder. “I have a feeling this last one will go well. I promise. The man has a nice personality in his profile, well detailed compared to the others. See for yourself,” Yara said, showing him the profile.

Thea would be the first one to enter this zone. When she checked Kevin’s profile, she noticed the caption under his name and frowned. Kevin Baker is unreachable for a reason....! Thea laughed. Is he a narcissist? Or was he trying to say that he had some untouchable disease? She smiled, going through the weird pictures posted on their account. Mark had a simple DP of his side but surprisingly had more than thirty thousand followers. He indeed looks like a scholar...! Thea thought. She opened Aaron's account and saw a picture of a boy standing with his hands open near the seashore during the sunrise as if welcoming everything.

The profile only had a single post, dated three years ago. It read, "But you're the one I like." There were zero comments underneath, but it had exactly one like. When I clicked to see who had liked it, I realized that it was Carissa's alternative account, and I froze.

she said turning the computer toward me. My eyes widen as she let out another crazy laughter. “Not to sound preachy but these things are dangerous” I said. She was actually chatting with some strange guy she had found on the internet. Crazy enough she had been sending him her pictures, making the whole thing even more dangerous. I ran my eyes on the guy’s profile picture. Something about him didn’t add up. He looked like a model from Incognito City, the city of opportunity. “He’s cute right?” she asked. “He’s from Centaury street”

And maybe a few likes. Pure research purposes. As one does. It took an hour, but I had a list of suspects. And God, I hated every single one of them. Like this guy with a private account and a profile picture of… a goldfish? pollux_420. Then there was a strange man. Justin. With perfect teeth, a beard, and one of those smug, expensive haircuts. He commented on every post Katie made the second she posted it. Probably jerking off to her selfies while sipping his matcha latte.

Can it be. I laughed at what my ridiculous mind is thinking. First, it thought my mother was a werewolf. Second, it's confuse whether me and my twin's a werewolf. And third, assuming that I'm an alpha's mate. Oh jeez, this is just funny. "Uhm, Why are you laughing? "Only now did I realize he has his one brow lifted up as he look at me confusingly. "Oh, it's because of my mind. It kept thinking weird stuffs. "