Fall Pfp Novels & Stories

“Spill Tea Now is about to learn what happens when they come after what’s mine.” “Xander, these photos are humiliating. Everyone is seeing me at my worst. Everyone is saying I’m not good enough for you.” “Everyone is wrong.” “Am I? Look at these.” I shoved my phone at him, showing him the worst one. Me passed out on a couch, mascara smeared, looking like a disaster. “Does this look like someone who belongs at your side?” He glanced at the photo, then back at me. “This looks like someone who was nineteen and having fun in college. Like everyone else on the planet.”

Me: you available to help me out with something Belphy: no Me: you sure about that? Or is it that you don’t want to get off your ass Belphy: I’m busy Me: you’re never busy Belphy: well I am now Okay Belphegor, my interest is now peaked. I was thinking about making an impromptu trip to his home when I heard Rose groaning again. I looked over from my phone and saw her face scrunched up in discomfort. I laid down fully and grabbed her to where I was spooning her. After a minute she seemed to relax in my arms. I sighed and closed my eyes. Hopefully she’ll be better tomorrow. I prefer her when she’s fiery, not like this.

" His eyes traveled from my bandaged feet, up to the slits on my dress, his eyes lingered there as his lips tugging upwards. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes . He shook his head, clearing his throat, "Damn Bella, that dress." "Perv," I stated smacking his arm. He just shrugged ignoring me, taking my foot in his hands caressing it slowly sending tingles on my thigh. "What are you doing?" I asked withdrawing my foot but he only tightened his grip. "It's called PDA," Rita whispered in my ear. "Huh?" I asked half distracted. "Public display of affection," she translated.

Oh shit, what do I do now, thought Stephanie, not knowing what the hunting party might do to her. “Well, hello there,” said Pierce as he came closer to her and changed back into his human form. “What is a pretty little thing like you doing all by yourself out here? You know that bad things lurk in this forest.” Pierce loved toying with his prey, he always had. “I’m not afraid of the forest,” said Stephanie as she stood up, wiped away her tears, and looked him straight in the eye. “So how did you come across finding yourself here with all of your belongings? Running away from or toward something?” Pierce noticed a sadness wash over Stephanie’s face but it was gone within an instant.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

Lena arrived at the lobby and head straight to the cafeteria where she picked her lunch and took a seat, she took a bit and turned her gaze to the TV above. Ting! She heard a notification from her phone, placed a hand in her bag and pulled out her phone to check what it was only to see the Mexico workers group chat on fire. “ Have you guys heard? Lena Taylor's red pantie fell from her bag in the present of everyone in the workshop and the boss defended her. This happened after she went on an errant for the boss.” “ I can link what this is…. They is something fishy!” “ I heard something similar like this happened at the main branch in Greenville from Vicky and I thought maybe it wasn't seriou

"Wait!" I lifted my right pointer finger and showed it to everyone. "Look at my pointer finger. Before this incident took place, Mia caused me to injure it. So, a huge chunk of my skin is missing." I continued, "Because of the injury, my fingerprint should've been damaged. However, in David's diagram, it looks completely intact. This fingerprint must be fake." David was clearly in shock. He wasn't expecting this to happen. He even checked the diagram multiple times to verify what I was saying.

She leaned slightly toward Aaron, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. "The paparazzi are all camped at the front. If they see me and Claire walking in one after the other, they'll say I'm stealing her man." Then she turned to me, forcing an apologetic smile. "Claire... maybe you should leave through the back door?" I paused, then let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Vivian...you really expect me to believe those paparazzi just happen to be here?" Her face flickered, a hint of unease betraying her carefully constructed act, then she returned to her fragile, trembling persona.

“Thank you” He nodded again, looking at my face with concern. "Elara," he called me, "you don't have to pretend around me." My breath stopped for a second. "Pretend what?" "That you're okay." I bowed my head and started twisting my fingers in the blanket. “I don’t want to cry anymore.” “You are allowed to cry. You have been strong for too long.” His words really comforted me. I swallowed hard, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What if I fall apart completely.”