Romans & histoires Jensen Ackles Photoshoot

“What?” “You’ve been more accident prone these last few days than you have for the shooting of this entire series. You’re gonna look like a mummy during your interview if you keep this up.” Adams rolled his eyes, but I caught him stifling his laughter. “Ha-ha” I said drily. “Thanks,” I told Adams when he helped carry my bag. After I changed, Jace drove us to the small shop that Mckenzie had rented for our party. A banner with ‘happy end of filming’ hung with ribbons and balloons. Every surface I touched seemed to leave a trail of glitter on my hands.

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.

Addison demands. We do Sutton and I take the front with Josie and Addison standing. We do photos of us standing as a four, with our backs to the camera, giving each other piggy backs. Callum, Miles boyfriend is a photographer and when we talked about what we do every year when we were away he offered to take them. Which we clearly said yes a DSLR beats an Iphone any day of the week. Even me a nursing student knows that. He says once he’s finished and touched them up he’ll send them to us. Which we appreciate we always set it as our backgrounds and print it for our frame that is currently housing an empty spot. Because it’s one of those 3 pictures in one frame.

I place my hand on Ace's chest, to show off my engagement ring, with my head tilted upward, gazing adoringly into Ace’s blue eyes. Ace’s hair has grown quite a bit, over his ears, which accentuates his spunkiness, sexiness, and bad boy appearance. He keeps making me giggle; whispering sweet and suggestive things to me. His innuendos make me blush, and I’m glad no one is close enough to hear his mischievousness. Clearing my throat, I try to contain myself and focus gazing into his eyes. We kiss passionately. ‘I think we got all the shots we need,’ Jack says, looking at the back of his DSLR camera. Oblivious, Ace and I are still kissing. Everyone is grinning and staring at us. Their silence br

until I started missing her. "Mom! Dad! Let’s have our family photo at the booth!" Jase exclaimed excitedly. He pulled Gwyn and me all the way to the booth. The first picture was awkward. The second one, I put up a courageous act of putting my shaking arms around Gwyn's shoulder. She looked at me, I could do nothing but smile at her awkwardly, and she gave back a beautiful smile. Fuck. I shivered. The third photo was actually my favorite, Jase made a funny face that made Gwyn and I laugh. It eased up the tension that I know was around both of us the whole time.