Bl Photo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sean allowed himself the briefest smile, absorbed entirely in the skill on display. Blue responded swiftly. Leo threaded a crisp pass between defenders, stepping back to execute a flawless layup. Two points for blue. His expression remained controlled, polite, but Sean caught the way his eyes lingered just a beat too long, toward the court, toward the plays, toward Sean himself. Yvo noticed immediately.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

Author's POV Mira smiled at him which he knows is not really a smile but the happiness of his doom. "You are back!" She walked towards him excitedly. "I have been waiting for you since ages... Didn't you miss me?" She slapped his chest over dramatically. Damon looked at his room irritated. "Baby's breath!" Mira smirked, Mariana told her that he is allergic to the flower so Mira had to buy those for her husband. "Yeah, they are so cute... Look how beautiful your room is looking with the decoration."

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

“Any story for this?” She hummed for a while, trying to remember any story behind the photo. It doesn’t take her long to shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe it was just a usual selfie.” This time, I’m the one who is flipping the pages. It’s a photo of Rosie lying down on a pinky bed. Her eyes are wide open while looking at the camera. “How old are you here?” “Six? Or seven I guess.” “This one is cute. Can I have it?”

Then after that, “Elexier, pose again! Let’s take pictures together,” I said to him and smiled. He smiled at me too and nodded. I clicked the phone’s camera many times and when I’m already satisfied, I already stopped. I looked at the pictures and saw that in some other shots, Elexier isn’t looking at the camera, he’s looking at me. And somehow, that brings butterflies in my stomach again. And I can’t believe that.

I held my breath and my fingers strained, but eventually the boards lifted slowly, revealing a hole in the foundation beneath the floor, only a few inches wide. I reached in gingerly and pulled out a package wrapped in burlap, tied in brown string. I turned it over in my hands and saw the flame symbol that had been recurring across our research messily painted in a deep red ink across the burlap wrapping. Tentatively I pulled at the string, letting it fall to my lap along with the wrapping. I turned over the familiar leather bound book in my hands. I breathed a sigh of unadulterated relief, and a radiant smile spread across Mains' face. The proof was there, perfectly indented and untouched o

After being blown away by Skystorm’s wind, Matthew regained his footing and was met with the big lizardman, Bilgrae Scarlett. Bilgrae had a smirk on his face. Matthew stood up and faced Bilgrae, but his eyes were not on him. Matthew’s eyes fell on Falynx in the far distance. “Are you still concerned about that monster?” Bilgrae asked with his deep voice. Matthew looked at Bilgrae now. “It’s hard to know which one is the monster here.”

Blake “You have to smile,” my PR assistant says through gritted teeth. Dammit, I want to be back with Roxy not having my photo taken for the billionth time. It’s driving me insane. Surely the photographer, a wiry guy with dark hair that looks like it needs a cut, and thin metal rimmed glasses clicks away.

"Lily! You're back. Did you bring what I wanted?" "I did." "Excellent! Show me now, in our office." So, I spread out the photos of Mirabelle that I managed to take during my brief respite on his desk. "Full body shots, close-ups, retouched, au naturel... I have all sorts." However, with each photo he looked at, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter. "Why are they all just pictures of her alone?" "Here you go, a photo of her with me." "No, no, this isn't what I wanted." Blake shook his head and sighed, "I meant, do you have any photos of her with the President?"