Novel & Cerita Jensen Ackles Photoshoot

Emily picked it up and felt the blood drain from her face. How the hell had she missed these photos? Ace, one arm extended in taking the selfie, had his other arm wrapped around Emily snuggling her close. That one picture was bad enough. But it seemed there were multiple shots. In one picture, they were kissing—and not a simple kiss either, but lips mashed together, bodies pressed up tight. In another, her hands cradled Ace's face. The final shot caught her with her head resting on Ace's shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but a smile curved her lips, and she held Ace around the neck. Emily swallowed hard. The only word to describe the expression on her face was “blissful.”

Aciel immediately stood up, he threw a photo at Jesslyn which shocked the woman half to death. Jesslyn's heart was beating very fast, she glanced again at the man in front of her. How did he know if the paper was just a trick? Jesslyn looked back at the photo that was given to her, instantly her body shuddered at the photo of a woman with a split stomach and a hanging body. Jesslyn quickly tossed the photo away, her body turning deathly pale. While Aciel immediately took the photo and pocketed it again. He had read all of Jesslyn's behavior, especially since Jake had asked Aciel to look for the woman a few days ago.

He’s back in a flannel now, but it’s unbuttoned, showing that scarred, muscled chest that makes my stomach flip. God, he’s hotter every time I see him, like the years have carved him sharper and made his stubble thicker. Even his hazel eyes are darker, like he’s carrying a secret. “Tess, you wanna look at some old photos for the wake?” he asks, voice low, leaning against the doorframe. His jeans hug his hips, and I have to look away before I lose it. Photos of Diane? My gut twists. I don’t want to see her face, those cold eyes that screamed I was a mistake. But Jack’s watching me, his gaze soft, like he gets it, and I can’t say no to him. Never could.

Acelon walked calmly towards the crowd of reporters who had been aiming the cameras at him. Attending a fashion show like this is quite rare for him to do, so it's no wonder that his arrival this time is quite a lot of attention. As he passed the red carpet that stretched for quite a long in front of the ballroom entrance, his footsteps were immediately stopped by a large banner stand showing the faces of the designers who participated in today's fashion show. In the top row, he could see Jessica's beautiful face smiling broadly at the camera while posing in a knee-length red dress that seemed to bind her proportional body. Then below her, he saw four other designers who were also posing wit

as I kicked off my shoes. Denric poked his head out from the living room. “You’re just in time!” My eyebrows furrowed together as I padded down the hallway to the living room. I stepped in to find a whole photoshoot studio. Jessa, dressed in a flowery yellow dress, lounged in Cassian’s lap with Benson snuggled in their arms. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said. Jessa beamed at me. “You’re not interrupting at all. We were just finishing up, but since you’re here, do you want a few pictures with your nephew?”

Theodore was all the way in Denver and Serena had practically bullied the board of departments into accepting it. Saturday morning, I went to check on my mother and had to endure the annoying ordeal of nurses shipping Leslie and Theodore together on the media. Leslie really was moving fast. The photoshoot hadn't even been official yet and blogs and articles were already talking about them together. My phone buzzed with a calendar notification right then from the design team. PHOTOSHOOT: Leslie Maxwell & Theodore Blackwell. Monday 10 AM. Studio 5. Two days. In two days I would have to watch them together. I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth and tried not to think about them but Monday ar

She shook her head disparagingly, “An Alpha who hasn’t mastered the art of taking a basic picture…tragic.” After positioning both Zeke and me, Carson posed at my side, placing a hand on her hip as she grinned proudly at the camera. I froze my smile in place and counted the number of photo’s he snapped. After the first ten she had me remove my sweatshirt, and finally my shorts. The last few shots were of us in our bikini’s, the full moon and glittering lake in the background.

I sat opposite Drake, feeling Jake’s gaze on me every time I lifted my fork. "So," Jake said, the clink of his silver against the china sounding like a gunshot. "Drake. Aubrey. I received the final confirmation from the agency today." I looked up, my pulse quickening. "The Prada shoot," Jake continued, his eyes locking onto mine. "It’s been moved up to tomorrow morning. They want the 'Thomas Legacy' look. The biker and the wallflower. They're putting you both in the new winter line." I gave out a loud snort, my eyes catching Drake's. I had almost forgotten that we had a shoot tomorrow being Tuesday.

She looked at the camera in a daze, and Blake's delicate face appeared in a photo at the same time. Since Jessica and Blake got married, there had never been a picture of the same frame, let alone the whole family. He didn't like taking photos at all, and what was published in the magazine was just to cooperate with the necessary interviews. Otherwise, even if the media secretly took photos, it would be difficult to see a photo of his life. And this photo was taken by him. Jessica recalled the photo of her three years ago on his phone, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

When they finished and started chuckling, I peeked at Ace’s phone without lowering my hands. “It’s… quite a good photo. The three were posing like the smug jerks they are: dark eyes staring straight at the camera, heads slightly tilted upward, lips curved into smug grins. I was in the middle, my face hidden behind my hands, though I’m pretty sure everyone already knew who I was even without showing it.” Ace opened one of his social media accounts, selected our photo, and captioned it ‘shy little sister.’ The moment he posted it, a flood of notifications appeared on his screen. He ignored them, shutting his phone, and then looked at me with a satisfied smirk.