Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

Stella was caught off guard. She pursed her lips before she asked, "Why do you ask?" Marshall zoomed in on the Facebook user's profile picture. "The hand in this profile picture is Ms. Young's hand." The profile picture of her hater was a photo of a right hand holding a cup of latte. But Stella still did not understand. The majority of her haters were Bella's fans, so it was normal that this hater used Bella's photo as a profile picture.

But we have never seen each other, we have no idea out each other looks. We were both going by the photo that was our profile picture. What was even more suspicious, was that none of the photo we had up, have our face in there, they were all body shot. On arrival at the mall-arrived first as is correct custom. I pick out the best spot, not too noisy, lighting dim enough as I didn’t want to be seen by anyone that know me or my family

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.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

but I didn't want to get my hopes up. My own profile had a picture of me shirtless and showing half of my face, with a couple of small moles next to my eyebrow that guys might be able to use as an identifier. It hadn't worked yet, but I left that as my main picture just in case it could happen someday.

"His profile picture is a guy with eight-pack abs. His name is a guy's name too." Avery said, "Eric, a profile picture doesn't mean that it's the person's true identity! Since the person who introduced her to your parents said that she's a girl, I don't think there's a mistake."

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.

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.