Selena Quintanilla Photoshoot Novels & Stories

Their heads grew heavy, vision blurring, until one by one, they slumped where they stood. Selena’s smile widened. She moved quickly, dragging their heavy bodies onto the couch and tugging at their shirts until she had successfully revealed their bare chest. She climbed over them, shifting her poses, pressing herself close, snapping pictures with her phone again and again. The camera clicked, catching every staged moment to make proof of a night that never truly happened. When she was satisfied, she slipped out of the seductive dress and dressed back in her elegant clothes. She pulled out a pen and notepad, leaving a short message on the table for Lena:

He flipped through the first few shots—the lighting was perfect, the professional models looked polished, and the collection was undeniably a success. But then, he reached the final set of photos. He stopped breathing. There she was. Selena, draped in the crimson and obsidian silk, looking like a force of nature. He stared at the images, his fingers involuntarily reaching out to trace the curve of her silhouette on the glossy paper. He found the specific shot from the moment they had locked eyes while he was on the balcony. Even in a still photo, the electricity between them was undeniable. He lingered on it, his gaze soft in a way he never allowed anyone to see.

“Hania, can’t you see. Selena has been nice to me ever since we became this perfect family; I go to her closet all the time and take the clothes I want, and she does not move or get angry like she used to. She spoke to me last night, and we had an actual conversation about the Twilight movie we watched yesterday. Selena used to do the chores and would not spend more than three minutes with me. She washed the dishes and cleaned the house. If you had seen her do that, you would not want to tell her. Do not ruin this, Hania. We are very pleased with the outcome. Do not ruin this. Selena has never been happier, and I am sure you can see it too.” * * * * * * * * * * “This will look amazing on you

I looked at him and he was staring at me with wonder and shock in his eyes. “Why do you look so surprised? Seen a ghost?” I asked him while trying to act oblivious to the fact that it was because of my appearance he looked so taken aback. “You just look so beautiful and gorgeous Selena” he replied while shaking his head in response to my question and I smiled at him. “I have to look exceptional as Luna to be right?” I asked him with questioning eyes and he nodded with a wide smile now on his face to show his delight before he took my hand and kissed it on the back.

I stormed into the booth. Flynn froze in his seat, a stack of photos slipping from his fingers. Two nude strippers knelt between his legs. I registered the images scattered across the glass table. Dozens of photos of Selena. Award ceremonies. Grocery runs. And at the top, her by a pool, red hair piled high, purple bikini clinging to curves that hadn’t softened in exile. Water droplets traced the swell of her breasts. A wave of possessiveness and fury crashed over me, so intense it made my skin crawl. I glared at the strippers, who had both turned to look at me. "Get the fuck out!"

Chapter 70 The photoshoot location that afternoon was quite crowded. Large lights were turned on, crew members moved back and forth, and the photographer’s directions could be heard clearly. In one corner of the room, Sheena sat while playing with her phone. Her face was flat, focused on the screen, even though her mind was far from calm. “Miss Sheena, five more minutes,” one of the crew members said. Sheena nodded briefly. “Okay.” Before she could stand up, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. Sheena lifted her face and immediately tensed when she saw Julio standing in front of her, holding a bouquet of flowers.

However, people quickly rejected her when they heard she had participated in advertisement shooting as a brand director but had never done it herself. When she was searching for the next project, the editor recommended by Lilian—Selena Smith had good news for her. It was about a photo shoot for the spread of an entertainment magazine. The designated photographer suddenly had something come up and could not make it. Unfortunately, Cameron Brooks, the actor, only had those two days available due to ongoing film shoots. Any delay in the photoshoot might waste time, and they didn't want to miss the opportunity to be featured in the magazine. Since Selena could not find a suitable replacement for

Selena beamed, giving Karina a warm hug despite the preparation frenzy around them. "You're the one who's stunning, Selena! I'm so proud of you," Karina replied with genuine happiness. Zayn smiled and took out his phone, "It seems like we should take a photo together. We haven't had one in a long time," he suggested. Selena nodded in agreement, "Great idea!" "Let's take a picture," Karina said, then looked at Sophia, "Sophia, could you take the photo for us, please?" "Of course," Sophia replied, taking Zayn's phone and capturing the image of the three friends.

“And I was only out for a short while.” Selena let out a short, humorless laugh. “A short while?” Her gaze dropped to Eli’s hair, still dripping with water. “Do you have any idea how many cameras might be watching you right now? How many people want to see you—photograph you—turn you into news all over again?”

Lucius said with a smile. "No I don't want it" Selena said shaking her head. That was the first time anyone would take her picture. In fact it's the first time she would take a picture. The one she's been taking since she got a phone was really bad because she didn't know how to do it. Now she was taking her first picture like that. She didn't want to appear too ugly. "What are you making a fuss all about? It's not as if the picture is going to be on billboard" Dylan said dryly.