Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

The much taller male version of Bren stepped forward and flashed me an equally adorable, dimple laced grin and shook my hand heartily. Bren continued, seemingly the spokesperson of their group, and introduced me to her friend, Gloria, who had auburn hair that was a mix of wild curls and waves and hazel eyes. She also had a bit of freckles adorning her nose and cheeks, but they seemed to work for her, making her look like the girl next door type. She was tiny and dressed in bright colors that were just as wild as her hair. I reached my hand out to shake her hand, but she shocked me when she leaped forward and threw her arms around me in a huge hug.

Mostly girls dress as killer strippers, and the boys as a hot and sexy serial killer. Cheryl blossom is the only girl among them that dress differently, not only her tho. She dressed in this black leather jacket, on top this ripped black jeans, flopping up with also a black boots. Her whole dressing can be described a hot, sexy gangster. Truly Cheryl had the killer look, her gaze alone had Aiden pierce looking at her since the party started.

I needed to confront them and put an end to their cruel gossip. I opened the stall door with a purposeful swing, making sure my presence was known. The three girls froze, their faces a mix of surprise and guilt. They ironically looked like a pack of wolves ready to pounce, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and malice. The first girl, Micaela, had sharp features and a cascade of sleek, dark hair that framed her face like a curtain of shadows. Her eyes, narrow and predatory, assessed everything around her with an air of disdain. Micaela wore a tight, scarlet-red dress that clung to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. The hemline flirted audaciously with impr

The pearls that were stitched on its surface seemed to wink at me. "There is no need to talk about it. Zedd already apologized and made up for it." I turned away from the mirror. "But I can't stop thanking you for your help that time." "Oh, please." Gloria rolled her eyes and applied maroon lipstick to her lips. She wore a mahogany off-shoulder and maxi long skirt overlaid with a black bustier.

She was the kind of girl who'd climb the highest tree or dare to kiss a frog, all in the pursuit of a good story. Nichole, ever the glamour queen, had her sights set on "Rock Angelz Jade." Her raven hair was teased and streaked with pink and blue, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. The silver glittery dress she wore sparkled with every movement, and her winged eyeliner was drawn with a precision that would make any catwalk envious. Her lipstick was a shade of purple so deep, it was practically black, and her platform boots were tall enough to reach the stars. She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked f

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

ricky said as he licks his lips then smirked and I turned to see quincy in a red sparkling gown with her hair down and not in a bun "gosh she looks extremely beautiful" I thought as I stared at her "I think I'm gonna get down with her" he said playfully and i gave him a stare "reina.....that was only a joke" he said to me and reina made to leave while he tried holding her back

The hands were Spaghetti Straps, just like Gloria had explained. I was a little on the busty side, so my breasts stretched out the light material, revealing my cleavage. I liked the way the slit exposed my thigh. I loved the dress, and how I felt wearing it! I doubt I would be able to feel like me again in my junk clothes. " Mr Smith would be here any time soon, we should get your hair and makeup ready. Oh and by the way, I picked out the silver heels. " Gloria said, pointing to the an ankle strap silver rhinestone heel.

She's capable of getting any man. Purple. power, and ambition, life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond. Gabriella is brave and strong and broken all at once. She wore her scars as her best attire. She used her scars as her weapon and that's one of the reasons my attraction towards her grows everyday. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The music was so loud that you couldn't hear your own thoughts, faint chatters heard from a distance. The club was packed.

FLAMES FUCK LUCE. FUCK CARL. AND FUCK MOLLY AND ISSA. I wanted her to be fucking free, to be normal, to be happy but in a club full of delinquents and hungry men that was the last place a stunning blonde like her out to have been. My head spiraled as I mulled over that incredibly short dress she’d worn. Reaching mid-thigh, all leather and all black, add in the smoky stuff smudged against her eyelids and she was the most stunning woman in the room.