Scene Names Novels & Stories

He took a sip and fixed his eyes on her, not for once looking away. She stood facing the glass walls and clutching the camera which hung on her neck by the strap. Her brown hair was tied up in a cute messy bun, exposing her slender and spotless neck which he had found tempting to bite. He coughed and looked away briefly, blinking away the thoughts before bringing his eyes to look back at her.

“What kind of environment do you want?” She squinted in the darkness, trying to see him. His eyes were deep and unreadable, waiting for her answer. “Environment… like scene simulation?” “Something like that.” “Are there options?” He smiled. “Desert, forest, beach… snow mountains, grasslands.” “I want the forest.” “Alright. Close your eyes.” Scott stroked her face like a magician, guiding her eyes shut. “No peeking until I say so,” the magician warned. Julissa nodded eagerly. “Got it. Hurry up, Mr. Nichols!”

“AHHHHHHH!” A seismic wave of high-pitched screams swept across the set, scaring the birds in the trees. “Can we watch?! Can we?! Please!” the girls begged in unison. Josh struck a thoughtful pose, pretending to consider the request. “Well, the scene will be outdoors, near the lake. You should be able to see it from the security fence.” He winked. “However, it will be quite far away, so you may not be able to see the details...”

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

We did tourist things—Shibuya crossing at peak hour, a chaotic trip to TeamLab, late-night ramen that burned so good it made my eyes water. Kyrian kept mostly to himself, but he came along, always on the edge of the group, quiet, observant. By Wednesday night, the suite was buzzing with nervous energy about the filmed afternoon. We gathered in the living room after dinner—me, Hori, Sean, Cole, Mira, and Kyrian—to figure out what we could actually engage the viewers with in Tokyo. “Something cultural but fun,” Mira suggested, scrolling on her phone. “Maybe a private tea ceremony? Or a night market with traditional elements?”

My body jolted upward in my bed. I wasn’t sure where I was or what my name was even. I looked around the room breathing heavily before finding a glass of water to my right. I snatched the glass before drinking the contents. I took a few breaths trying to calm myself. I went over the basics first before panicking myself beyond return. My name is Aries, I’m at home, in my bed, alone. I thought slowly before remembering I wasn’t alone before I… fainted? I wasn’t sure what happened.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

To Cale, it looked like a sniper's paradise. "Too many windows," Cale said immediately, stopping his wheelchair at the threshold. "The exposure is three hundred and sixty degrees. It is indefensible." "It's romantic," Mira corrected, ushering them in. "Look at the view! You can see the city! You can see the stars!" "I can see the trajectory of a long-range projectile," Cale muttered. "Stop being morbid. The audience wants fantasy, not a bunker. This is where you'll spend the week leading up to the Wedding. We'll be filming B-roll of you gazing wistfully out the window."

She was humble and extremely polite. Geni said with a smile, “It’s been a pleasure working with you, Miss Fenner. I hope we’ll have more opportunities in the future. We’ll call it a day, everyone. Tomorrow, we need to get up early because we have to start shooting the promotional video. “By then, Miss Fenner, you’ll have to put on the divine creation ‘Autumn Field’, and we’ll need to film three scenes, which are sunrise, early noon, and sunset. As for the day after tomorrow, we’ll be shooting the behind the scenes of the production.”

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.