Photography Stories

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

when the newly hired photographer for the Vancouver Canucks meets the new captain

Aria was never supposed to come back into Kid Laroi's life. Once just two teenagers sharing headphones and half-finished songs in high school, they're reunited years later under blinding stage lights and sold-out crowds. Now he's a global star fresh off heartbreak, and she's the photographer hired to follow his tour. What begins as nostalgia turns into late nights, stolen glances, quiet car rides, and a tension neither of them is brave enough to name. With managers controlling his image, headlines looking for chaos, and jealousy pulling them in opposite directions, Aria and Charlie find themselves trapped in something fragile and forbidden-too real to be fake, too dangerous to be public. They're more than friends, not quite lovers, and always one mistake away from losing each other completely.

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"Forever Favourite" Sometimes... Love is not just the feeling that you get..when someone stays in your life.. it is the feeling that still remains when somebody is not there in your life..Thats love.. no matter how many people come and go..one person remains ur forever...That person is the forever favourite..whom you love till eternity... This is the story of two people.. where timing played a big role... but their love... it was out of time.. it was out of the world..thats why they were each other's forever favourite..but they never knew... that what they meant for each other..what does it mean? Peep in to know the story...

Julie Leong always does as she's told. Studies hard, works late shifts at the family restaurant, and carefully lays out a plan for a well paying career. But with an impossible-to-please dad and annoyingly perfect sister, Julie can't seem to ever catch a break. Everything changes one stormy night, when an awkward food delivery for Callen Sterling, mysterious and handsome CEO of Sterling Studios, leads to the offer of a lifetime, and her perfect plan goes out the window. What starts out as a harmless side gig quickly grows into so much more as they find themselves impossibly drawn to each other. She learns of anonymous threats Callen has been receiving - and they're only getting worse. But it takes a lot more than a few death threats to scare the determined (and stubborn) Julie away. Her life becomes more and more entangled with Callen's, until she ultimately finds herself torn between two paths. Misery in exchange for money and success, or risking it all for a chance at love and happiness.

මගේ ජිවිතේට පලවෙනියට "මලක් " දිපු ඔයාව මර කවදාවත් අමතක වෙන එකක් නැ .

Athena Jane Jang has three rules for the summer before college. Work the truck. Don't get attached. Leave clean. She breaks all three by midnight of the first night. Cameron Cove Treadway shows up with a duffel bag, an empty camera strap, and a secret heavy enough to sink him. He's supposed to be a favor. A one time thing. The kind of person you help on a Tuesday and forget by Thursday. Athena has never been good at forgetting. And Cameron - for the first time in a long time - has absolutely no desire to disappear. What follows is one summer. One food truck. One grandmother who knows everything before it happens and says nothing until it matters. One brother whose absence says more than his presence ever could. And two people who were never supposed to be anything to each other - slowly, inevitably, becoming everything. The dangerous thing about summer is that it makes you believe in things that were never meant to last. Until they do.

Twenty-eight-year-old Parth is a wildlife photographer who prefers looking at the world from a safe distance behind a lens. Eighteen-year-old Dhruv is an impulsive climber who prefers looking at the world while dangling from a ledge. They are stepbrothers, held together by their parents' marriage and a chaotic, teasing friendship. Until the mountain takes their parents away.

"I see you. I've been seeing you all along." The unread messages are over. The scholarships are won. But as Amaya and Ishaan step onto the same campus, they realize that being in each other's presence is a whole different game than being behind a screen. Amaya still hides behind her lens, capturing the world's details while trying not to trip over her own heart. Ishaan is no longer just a "seen" receipt-he's right there, magnetic and steady, watching her with a gaze that says everything they never dared to type. Same Spark. New Stakes. Between the chaos of the canteen and the quiet corners of the courtyard, the "mismatched" duo is back. But with the weight of the future and the ghost of every unsaid word between them, will they finally hit 'send' on their feelings? The "unread" era is over. The real story begins now.

As he came out of the room wearing a brown kurta,just like his liking as it was plain and slightly loose, giving him a natural desi vibes Arya ,who was busy in clicking pictures of a plate of besan ladoo,got distracted by the sight of him He was looking perfect in her eyes and that made a smile formed on her lips,as he was just not her husband but the very person who had made her life colorful so without any wait she forwarded her phone towards him and began clicking some pictures of him Sameer who was oblivious to it when heard clicking looked at her and found her focusing on him to get perfect shot "Tum har kisi ki photo kyu leti rahti ho?"he asked her as there was not a time when he saw her not clicking pictures Arya glared at him before saying "correction mai sirf unhi ki pictures click karti hui jinse mai pyaar karti hui"she said softly,not rethinking about her words But Sameer froze at his place,as almost involuntarily his ears turned pink,and a smile made its way to his lips to not get caught and save his image of careless person he tilted his face to the side and let his smile stay there as he was loving this phase of his life a lot.

In photography, contrast is the secret to a masterpiece. In my life, Aomine Daiki was the lightning that ruined the perfect shot-or maybe, he was the only thing worth capturing.

I always thought that love was held together by invisible strings between two people. Strings that pulled you towards one another, no doubt that you were with the right person. I've always thought that my strings were tied to Graham's. Ever since I first heard my grandparents story, I knew I had strings for him. Even before I realized my crush on him. When he broke up with me I felt most of them snap and just hang there. Frayed and looking for love. The love they once knew and still craved. No one was able to mend them back together. I began to think that Graham was supposed to break my heart. That the guy God had for me was even better, though I can't imagine someone better than Graham. I figured that If Graham was meant to be mine, he'd find his way back to me. I thought those strings had to break, needed to for the right person to mend them. That is was all part of the plan. But as I watch Graham from the sidelines, the strings pulling taught in my chest every time he moves, I'm not so sure of my theory anymore. They still pull for him. Even after all these years, I can't help but notice my heart still beats faster for him. Other guys have tugged on the strings. But with Graham, the strings were always twitched towards him. Sharply pulled with just the right amount of force. Falling for Graham Hunter was not just dizzying, it was magnificent. I fell slowly at first, but soon I felt like I was running bases. Going as fast as I could and then stopping, catching my breath before going agin. He was there, at each base to catch me. I fell heard for Graham Hunter. And he caught me with open arms. What happens when life leads us back to each other and there's no escape?

The Yellowjackets knew Jennifer Hastings before the world did. Before the noise. Before the stage lights. Before the crash. She was just a girl with a camera in her hands and songs caught somewhere deep in her throat. A girl who stayed up too late counting coins, packing lunches, braiding her little sisters' hair, learning how to be a parent long before she was ever allowed to be a child. At night, she sang in dive bars that smelled like smoke and cheap beer, her voice already fraying at the edges. By day, she hid behind her camera, documenting everything for the school paper-drawn, always, to the Yellowjackets. To their energy. Their chaos. Their gravity. She wasn't supposed to be part of the story. But she got on the plane. Nervous fingers twisting the strap of her camera, a walkman humming softly in her ears, Jennifer barely let herself breathe as the ground disappeared beneath them. The plane went up. And then, it came down. Eighteen months in the wilderness didn't just change her. It hollowed her out. Filled the empty spaces with something feral, something unrecognizable. Hunger rewired her. Survival reshaped her. The girl she had been didn't make it out. Only the music did. When she was rescued, the world tried to name what she became. Tried to package it, sell it, understand it. They called it grunge. Jennifer just called it the sound of not dying. All rights go to the Yellowjackets writers.

"The way these things go, you should be mad at me." "Mad at you?" "For yesterday." "I don't follow." "I'm an overthinker, in case you don't know. I don't want you to be mad at me, of course, but it would be ... nice if you were." © Copyright 2019 by Yogiisonfire

Bianca is a fourth-year Accountancy student and the only girl among the Cruz siblings. She lost her parents in an accident during her first year in college. Since then, her two brothers have been working hard to support her studies. Even with their help, Bianca works part-time as a photographer to earn money for her extra needs. Photography means a lot to her. She believes that moments cannot come back once they are gone. For her, taking photos is a way to keep special memories safe. One day, she gets the chance to take photos of a rising boy group. While doing her job, she catches the attention of one of the members. Without meaning to, she captures not only his image-but also his heart. But loving someone famous is not easy. He is loved by many fans. His life is full of lights and attention, while hers is simple and quiet. Can she handle loving someone who belongs to the spotlight? Or will she choose to protect her heart and focus on her dreams?

"​𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙤 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙖," "𝘾𝙝𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚 𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙚; 𝙎𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞, 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞." Love is a sweet thing. We all fall in love once with someone; we experience it, but it is not in our control to have that someone. So, the story is all about that: college romance and the afterlife. Um, this is something new for me. I hope you guys will like it. Now, he has everything...except her.

~Sanvi Chauhan ♡ Shreyash Singh Thakur They both love each other from childhood and promised to marry. After growing up, love is alive in one's heart but not in the other one But if you fall in love once, that love always stays alive in your heart. After 11 years, just a one eye contact made both theirs hearts beat faster but one recognized immediately and the other remained unaware. They are both willing to lay down their lives for one another. He's Naval officer..., she's IPS officer Lovey dovey couple.. _________________________________________ "Isne mujhe fasaya hai.." she said "Maine aapko fasaya nahi, dil mein basaya hai Rani Saa.." he said _________________________________________ There is alot of fun..., school fun, college life, then other things.., there is no toxicity in this book..,just showed pure emotions of them❤️