We Really Do Care, Zorori
"if i was the host, many of the paparazzi would be following me everywhere." said cassidy as she was letting them know who the show host is.
Jailed Soul - 2 - Estate of thine Bitter Heart
Standard paparazzi crap, as usual. they'll move on, like they always do, but i really gotta' wonder, why you? feh.
A simple story III : Part 6-7
What i want to know is what went through your mind to kiss a us army sergeant in the middle of the street, in front of a dozen paparazzi. - i... didn't think about their presence anymore, sir. i am sorry for that.
The Big Break
Dale looked around a bit amazed by the sheer number of people, some of whom he recognized but nothing like an a list celebrity that would draw the attention of the paparazzi. not long after they were picked up by the cart, they arrived at the location.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 140
If we embrace it, won't all those paparazzi come back? won't it piss off the society? i thought nathanial was supposed to be keeping a low profile." aedan swirled a cookie around in his tea.
Zootopia: The Initiative - Chapter 8
The rabbit cop had deja vu for a moment as she was again dragged through the paparazzi, but soon enough she was behind the relative safety of jack's car door.
Zootopia: The Initiative - Chapter 7
She had had to deal with paparazzi before, but not to this extent. the crowd seemed all-consuming, and entirely overwhelming even to the officer that had already helped to break up one or two less-than-peaceful demonstrations.
Obamon Meal 6
"the paparazzi aren't here!" "maybe they're inside," suggested logan. "da'gya!" squealed dillon. "they must be in there ready to take pictures of our surprise expression.
Luca's Story Ch. 9
"so apparently the paparazzi has inundated your front yard too," zee said, seating himself on luca's bed after giving her a light kiss. "yeah," luca said miserably, plopping down beside him. just then, there came a knocking at the back door.
The Governor and Her Shadow Chapter 8
Donning casual clothes, matching caps, and masks, they adopted the guise of celebrities eluding the paparazzi—a playful yet essential disguise for two such public figures.
Walking Streets
I sigh and pull out my camera, snapping pics like some morbid paparazzi. the first thing i notice is footprints in the blood pool, size twelve by the looks of it. "whose footprints are these?" i ask. "mine," says brack.
Deep Structure: Part 1
Like some kind of futuristic paparazzi mob. all of them ready to get his autograph or sign him up for endorsements. "if that's the case," thought mike, "then i should at least try to make some kind of impression."