Bling From Let It Shine Novels & Stories

His smile, a testament to the joyous revelation, graces his features, adorned by teeth gleaming in dazzling whiteness. In the realm beyond butterflies, Shane's inner sanctuary transforms into a lively menagerie. Emotions, akin to a symphony, pirouette within him, orchestrating a dance that echoes in the recesses of his belly. A blush, deep as the petals of a blooming rose, tints his cheeks, a canvas reflecting the profound connection forged in the silent embrace of morning's lingering embrace.

Biting my lips, I opened my bag and brought out my phone to order a ride. Suddenly, a white light flashed to my face and lingered on for sometimes. I staggered from the effect of the beam and placed a hand over my face in a bid to protect myself from the blinding light. Few seconds later, the car, a black lamborghini drove past me slowly, almost kissing my tired legs with its bonnet. I became annoyed at the action of whosoever was driving the car. First, it was the blinding headlights and now, it was willing to hit me.

--- Light poured out of Baylee. Not like last time — wild, violent, uncontrolled. This was focused. Clean. Beautiful. The clearing filled with pale fire that hummed, not burned. The Veilshades shrieked, their warped bodies twisting in pain as their shadows peeled away from them like shedding skin. Where the light hit living earth, color returned. The frost melted. The air warmed. “Bay!” Melody gasped. “Hold it steady!” Baylee grit her teeth, muscles trembling. She felt Jade hammering at the inside of her skull, clawing at the bond, trying to pull that light into herself.

Both his gaze and voice were gentle. I ran a hand down my face sighed. "I'm—I'm sorry I lost it this morning." Zac shook his head frantically, his eyebrows pulling together. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Bloom. I'm the one who—well, I apologize for Shane being a dumbass." "He didn't know." I shrugged. "Not his fault. It's not anyones—I just don't like my birthday."

But I held myself. She slowly took the blindfold and a gasp left my lips. Bruhhhh, she's a goddess. The lingerie hugged every part it was meant to and accentuated her shape. She looked yummy, and I Couldn't help but scream out loud, "This is my wife, y'all, my wife." And she burst into laughter. Even at this moment, her laughter sounds rhythmical and magical.

Ami took a step back as the shadow grinned, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth. Ami stared in horror as the shadow raised its right arm, it's claws shining in what little sunlight there was, and in a blink of an eye it brought it down striking Ami and sending her crashing into a thicket of bushes. Ami breathed shakily as she got up from where the bushes, feeling the burn of the claw marks that now marked her skin. She had but a few precious moments before the shadow screeched, sending shivers down Ami's spine. Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey.

and as he began his reapproach with an ever-deepening sneer, Blue flattened against the wall in preparation. "Step back, Leitner," Blue's eyes brightened instantly as she turned to watch a man appear from the street—dark sunglasses, an unmistakable wedding band and a sneer she couldn't best if she tried. Before she could land a triumphant slap across the woman beater's shit-eating grin, he began to laugh a deep and somewhat maniacal chorus that instantly sapped Blue of any victory.

Her hands were above his stiff body, clasping each other as they united in the centre of her head. He looked at the sky where his admirer laid. The shinning crescent moon. It was laughing at him for doubting the diviner and spokesman of the gods and he laughed too. The moon smiled at him sheepishly for going against an order directly from the gods and he smiled too. He could no longer embrace the physical beauty of the world as he felt his power of sight leaving him.

White lantern sets were placed on the tables, an elegant addition to the ambiance of the blue strobe light, illuminating the magical theme. I was lucky to be able to participate in prom, considering I'm only a freshman and a nobody. It pays off having a sister who's not only a senior but cool enough to take her little sister, even when half of the class had asked her to be their date. "You're always looking out for me," I admit to Tarra, as we take a step to be next in line for pictures. She looks absolutely gorgeous in her blush pink, flutter sleeve dress that covers her lengthy legs. Her dark brown hair falls graciously over her chest in loose curls, nude lipstick coats her heart-shaped li