Finn Wolfhard Photoshoot の小説・ストーリー

The backdrop was a large screen with a digital image of futuristic skyscrapers and a wolf head. Some of the ladies were applying touch-ups to their makeup, and the men were adjusting their ties and hair. They all looked excited for the photoshoot. I had to get out of there before anyone noticed I was missing. Grabbing my purse and phone, I snuck out of the back door, walked as fast as I could to the nearest restaurant, and sat at the corner table. I ordered a coffee and sandwich and tried to calm my racing heart. For sure, Chadwick would notice and get angry that I didn't join the photoshoot. About fifteen minutes later, my phone started to buzz with texts from Ken and the HR manager. They w

“Then you should smile too. Don’t just focus on me.” Wilfred’s grin widened, and his carefree, radiant smile lit up the room. The photographer, seizing the moment, snapped the shot quickly. “Perfect! Keep it up—let’s do a few more poses. Handsome, spin her around! Her dress will flare out beautifully.” They followed his directions, and soon the session wrapped up. The photographer played back the photos for them. “Take a look—these are stunning. You two could easily grace the cover of a magazine!”

Not his… whatever else he’d almost made you two nights ago. “Good, good,” the photographer said, circling around him. “Hold that pose, shoulders back. Chin down. Yes, perfect.” I risked a glance. Big mistake. Because Rhett hadn’t looked away. Not once. His body faced the camera, but those wolfish eyes cut sideways to me, dragging over my face, down my throat, back up again with the kind of hunger that made me forget how to breathe. The shutter clicked. Flash after flash. To anyone else, he was locked in. Stoic. Professional. Every frame screaming hockey icon.

"He was out there busy fucking Nikolai Park while we're stuck here to prepare for the comeback!" Harry feels like he's about to faint the moment his eyes lands on Carlo's phone. The pictures he's seeing now are way worse than what the media leaked to the public. There are shirtless photographs of Nikolai and Gold while sharing a passionate kiss. It appears like the photos were taken from outside. Of course. The paparazzi were probably hiding on the bushes as they aimed their cameras on the second floor of Nikolai's abode. Harry stares at Gold in disbelief. The golden boy remains quiet on his seat; he's just trying to stop his nose from bleeding. Finn probably hit him so hard.

“It’s that girl he likes. She came to watch the photo shoot.” This answer was pure Pete. “What photo shoot?” “We told you,” Pete said, which he so had not. “Charlie and I and a couple others got picked to be this year’s Hot Men of Harvard. You know, for Bad Boys Magazine. They’re paying us real money. We’re putting it toward the income suite. The thing is, we have to strip down to Speedos, and Charlie doesn’t want to get too nervous and look like a dork in front of Caroline.”

“Chloe, since you had the nerve to ruin Hannah’s wedding, I have no reason to spare you any dignity!” In the photos, I was tied up and beaten. I was pinned down, ridden over, my clothes torn to shreds, and my body covered in humiliating words. Finn had taken all of those photos. He knew exactly how to pick the angles, and my face was captured with perfect clarity. He did this because I had once reported Hannah for cheating in a photography competition, and she was humiliated. Amid the guests’ mocking laughter, Finn sneered and raised his camera, aiming it at my current, miserable state.

I'm pretty sure they already took a picture of us on the way in, but I swallow my sarcastic comment and follow Finn to where we've been directed to stand. With only a white backdrop behind us, we're missing the cheesy decorations, but I'm still reminded of taking pictures at every high school dance. All we need are a few game boards and for me to sit on Finn's knee and we could recreate my senior prom. Of course my dress and date are both more pleasant tonight. Finn and I stand next to one another but barely touch. We face forward and smile as the camera flashes once more. Light flickers across my face another four or five times before the photographer waves us off with thanks. Yes, definite

I was no more than a human standing in front of a monster. My knees grew weak. I was sweating through the mask, fighting to stay upright because he could not know I lost Rosa. If he knew I was wolfless, I was useless to him. “Look at the papers in your hand.” I forced my eyes down to the documents. It contains several photos of me at the stadium, standing with a bow in my hand. The next one was me shooting. I shuffled to the next. Me in New York. Me at the Moonstone pack. Me in the hotel in New Jersey.

"AB, look at Archie's face and put your right hand at his chest." I followed AC's commands, our photographer. I looked up at Archie and put my hand on his chest. As usual, he fixed his position and leaned closer to me. The two of us stared at each other as if we're romantically attracted. Just then, I heard the camera clicks. "Perfect!" I smirk and fist-bumped Archie before leaving the set. I approached my personal assistant at took the small fan before going to AC to look at the photos taken during the photoshoot.

That grip, warm, unshaking, pulled me back every time I drifted too far. The lead photographer, a portly man with a bushy, friendly mustache, immediately shouted instructions. "Okay, Alpha Leon, Luna Rhea! First, a formal pose. Stand straight! Smile! Eyes for the camera!" Frozen in place, Leon gave a small nod, face slipping back into that serious leader mask. A fake grin stretched my lips, playing the joyful bride while Rora grumbled nonstop beneath the surface, sore about being brushed off by him just now. After a few formal shots, the photographer shouted again, "Okay, now for a little romance! Alpha, try putting your arm around Luna's waist, and Luna, lean your head a little on Alpha's s