Novel & Cerita Evan Peters Photoshoot

Outside the Saturday does its good weekend thing. Inside everything is warm and decided and four months feels like exactly the right amount of time. My phone vibrates on the counter. I lean around him to look at it. Derek. A photo. Evan, bigger than the last photo, standing on what looks like a beach somewhere, arms out, face completely open with the specific joy of a small person who has not yet learned to contain themselves. Below it: He asked about you. I told him you were someone important. Hope that is okay.

I asked, looking at her expectantly. Heather tapped her chin, her eyes scanning the room. “We need something striking. Someone who catches the eye but also has depth.” Before I could suggest anything, the door creaked open, and I froze. Evan walked in, his expression neutral as he glanced between the two of us. He was dressed this time, thankfully, though the plain black t-shirt and jeans made him look just as effortlessly good. His damp hair from earlier had dried, giving him that slightly tousled look that I hated to admit still suited him.

Just another concrete-walled space, reeking of hairspray, deodorant, and lotion. Jax, Jean, Jamie, and Tyler were lounging in foldable chairs, glued to their phones. Dressed from head to toe for the stage, they looked just as polished as the first time I saw them perform, and instinctively, I knew I had the perfect opportunity to snap some killer shots while they were still unaware. Practically flawless. But even though I could almost hear Eva begging me to do it, I wasn’t about to take pictures of someone— especially famous people— without them knowing.

"We will have a formal wear photo shoot later. Let's have white and blue?" Shantelle's eyes were gleaming. She smiled brightly at Evan, saying, "Thank you, Evan. These are so beautiful. Some are even more stunning than the ones you recently gave me."

I know Evan does too. I took him and Evan to my office, because I wanted to show them the photos that Elisa and I had done. Wade smiled, “These are so good. Would it be alright if I got a copy of one of these?” I smiled, “That would be great. Would you like one of just your daughter also?” He smiled, “You have some?” I nodded, “I do.” I pulled them up on the computer and turned the monitor so that he could see. He found the one that I love most too. The one with her head thrown back in laughter, “Can I get a huge one of that one?” I laughed, “I had mine printed on canvas. It’s in the conference room.” We all walked in there, and his eyes immediately landed on it, “I want one exactly like tha

A tall figure stumbled in. Evan. He looked… homeless. Hair standing in different directions, T-shirt wrinkled, trousers hanging low, eyes barely open. He scratched his head as he walked in, completely unaware of how ridiculous he looked. Julian glanced up from his book. A slow grin spread across his face. “I should take a picture,” he said. “Post it. Let your fans see what their precious celebrity looks like before coffee.” Evan squinted at him. “Do that and I’ll unfollow myself.”

the photographer asks, lifting his camera. We shuffle into place as instructed. Rhett stands first, then Evelyn, then Elsie, then Reed. I stand next to Reed. Jace takes his place on my other side. Evren stands beside Jace. Melanie stands next to Evren. Luca stands beside Melanie. Isabel takes her spot next to Luca. Arthur stands at the end. “Closer please,” the photographer says. Jace’s arm slides behind me. Evren’s hand rests low at my back. As the camera flashes, I feel both of them stroke me in a slow pass that sends heat straight to my face.

He probably can or he wouldn't be giving me that look now. When Evans began to advance towards the shooting area I also began to come up with a 'I can't do this contract stuff' speech. "Let's all take a break. We meet back here in fifteen minutes" Evans orders. No one questions him, the people disperse easily, their murmurs echoing through the place as they do trope out through the exit. The photographer is the last to leave but he doesn't leave until he flashes me a dimpled smile then tells me, "You are a natural, the camera loves you" then exits the place leaving me alone with Evans and some set of stubborn body guards that stood fixated beside the main exit.

It was kind of romantic. Eva clicked the pictures with Betty's phone. And grinned as if her wish was granted. " You both look good together. It looks like we have come with our mom and dad, isn't it, Ivan and Ryan? " Eva asked. " Absolutely. " Ivan said and Ryan nodded. " Ok, now keep quiet and keep walking or we will not get a good spot. Go and get a nice big place for all of us to sit and enjoy. " I said and three of them nodded and rushed away.

“Seriously, Esther was just a nobody before, Luna is the real princess.” “What the heck, Evander, aren’t you going to explain this?” Roger was so angry he wanted to just scroll past on his phone. “I’m right here, how could I be taking wedding photos with her?” Evander glanced coldly at the phone screen; his face darkened as if about to bite someone. “Those photos are obviously photoshopped!” Then, he took out his phone and planted a kiss on Esther’s cheek. Little Zion’s big eyes nearly popped out. The photo of the three of them was immediately posted on Evander’s social media.