Emily Glitter Force Pfp Novels & Stories

“I swear I bought a whole pack. Charlotte, did you eat it? You eat weird things when you're nervous.” “I didn’t eat the tape!” I yell back, half-offended, half-off-balance as I stretch the steamer cord toward the hem of her dress. “And that was one time. One glitter glue stick. I was seven.” Callie doesn’t even look up. “You were eleven.” And okay, maybe I deserve that. But today’s not about me. Today is Emily’s day, and I’m going to be a good friend if it kills me. Which, honestly, it might.

“Which is probably the best place for her, sis.” He scowled. “She’ll be able to get help there.” “Oh, God! Tell me you don’t mean that!” Didn’t he? Griffin didn’t know. But what he did know was that his morning had been a lot better before Emeline had rushed into his office, bringing to mind a girl he’d rather strip from it altogether. 'Gloriana "Glow" Templeton'. Currently considered one of the sexiest women on the planet and a very talented actress. He didn’t follow films but he’d seen her first one, some art-house rubbish made by a precocious upstart of a director about the end of the world.

“Temporary. Pending review.” My chest constricted. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t,” he said. “Listen to me. Emily just posted.” “What?” I asked. I opened social media. Emily’s account—verified, polished, carefully curated—had gone dark. Then refreshed. A new post. No caption. Just a video. Her face filled the screen, bare. No makeup. No filters. Her eyes red, jaw set like she’d already decided something painful. “I’m doing this because silence is how this happened,” she said.

Emily yelled, her face twisted in rage as she swept everything off her vanity table — perfume bottles, makeup, and jewelry — all crashing to the floor. Her chest heaved with fury. Today had been the worst day of her life. All she wanted was to make Lillian feel humiliated — to give her a taste of embarrassment. But in the end, she was the one left half-naked, drenched in juice, and publicly ridiculed. Then, her phone rang. She snatched it up with shaky hands. It was her best friend, Victoria. “H-Hello?” Emily sniffed. “Emily! What the heck are those pictures trending all over social media?!” Victoria’s voice boomed through the phone. “Are you a stripper now or what?!”

Emily exclaimed crouching down to my hight. "Nah..." I waved them off. Emily scoffed.Emily is super pretty... Her dark brown hair framed her face in waves, and her eyes glowed a light brown... When the sun hits them at the right angle they glow gold. Her body was right and in shape. If I were gay I would totally bang her... But I'm straight.Lacey turned around her contacts turning her eyes green...I think my new favorite color is green... Not just any green, but the color of Isaac's eyes…

Paul, our science teacher growled at the girl who was standing at the door. She(Emily) shrugged her shoulders and gave him a disgusted look. "She is Emily, hottest and the most popular girl of school and she is Lily's biggest enemy as she is dating Lily's crush, the school's hottest dude " Jessie couldn't stop herself to speak again and I looked at Emily. She had a milky complexion with long wavy brown hair and large blue eyes. I shouldn't say but she was also dressed up like a doll. Her face was covered with a lot of makeup and her dress ended to her mid thigh. Undoubtedly, she was hot and pretty.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

The only way to shut him up was to comply. She sprinted—well, limped—to the basin and scrubbed her face until it stung. She unpinned her matted hair, trying to rake her fingers through the silver-brown mess. She looked at her reflection. No war-paint, no jewelry, just the hollowed-out look of a girl who lived on scraps. She wasn't an Alpha Queen with flawless skin; she was a mountain stray. She snapped the selfie and hit send. Silence. Five minutes turned into twenty. Emily pouted at the screen. Was she that hideous? Did the reality of her wolfless face kill the fantasy?

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

Willow's POV “I’m Emily,” the woman said, thrusting out her hand towards me. “I own Sheer Chique? Like I said, sorry for the intrusion. I just…I’ve been following your work and I’m a big fan. The way you layer your notes, AH! Pure brilliance.”