Bl Photo Novels & Stories

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?"

They were turned toward each other, their body language easy, familiar. Chiara stared at the photo, her blood running cold. “No,” she whispered, a rare curse slipping through her lips. “Fuck. No. We are in trouble.” If Rafe had a genuine, unknown brother, their entire understanding of the Bianchi family structure—and its vulnerabilities—was wrong. She stood abruptly, grabbing her coat. “Cancel my next meeting. I’m going to the shoot.” The photo shoot was winding down in a haze of hairspray and camera flashes. Jay was just being helped out of his final, painfully tight jacket when Chiara stormed into the makeshift makeup area, her presence sucking the casual air from the room.

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

Wena barked while the boys were still looking at her and then positioned themself in front of the cake. They did nothing but follow. We all fell silent again when they stared at the cake and Steven and me before it was blown. While that was happening I heard my Dslr Camera click so many times that I set the timer to take a picture of us. I laughed when I remembered that moment again. "Do you want us to join them?" Steven asked me amidst my laughter. I didn't realize that I was laughing as I looked at my friends. Now it has become more noisy because the rest of our travel buddies also came and joined the game. The girlfriends of Braxton, Davion and Calvin. They arrived on the second day of ou

And also happy for all the guys whose girlfriends are fangirling over Noah Zang the most eligible bachelor who turned out to be gay. "We are also on a date," Blake pointed out. "Well, you are on a date," Lea scoffed, "I am spying my boss." She looked at the man her boss was with. He looked much shorter and smaller than her boss. Those baby face didn't helped him look any older. A perfect bottom, she drooled. He looked perfect for her boss. Blake sighed at his girlfriend's fujoshi-ish action and continued eating his hot pot. Meanwhile, June and Noah were bickering.

She's also standing a little bit taller on the high-heels that Bell probably lent to her. "Like what you see, Benjamin?" Bell asks me, stifling a giggle, having noticed me staring at her friend. She always goes out of her way to make me look like an idiot. I don't shy away from AJ's gaze. "As a matter of fact, I do," I admit. Bell grins in pride and throws an arm around AJ's petite shoulders. "I did a good job at the glam game but the girl's just a natural beauty with her popping blue eyes and sun-kissed skin," she tells me.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

However, she could not see the tattoo on her back. Blair turned on the room lights, took his phone, and snapped a picture for her. “Look.” Mable looked to find that the tattoo on her back was a peach blossom tree in full bloom.