Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

Esme asked, brushing my wavy red hair off my shoulders. I rolled my eyes at her “Anyone would think you wanted to go get drunk, Chica” I grin. She smiles at me. Dressed in a skinny pair of black jeans, and white crop top, with black stilettos, her tight dark curls loose to her shoulders, and dark make up. She is beautiful, but quirky in her style with her piercings in her nose and ears, but I love that about her. Esme has never been bothered about what others think of her and always been who she wants to be, and that is what has got her to university when most of the women in our pack have just done as they were told and stayed in pack, running the packhouse, doing menial tasks, looking afte

Abi wanted to take Cheri's girl on girl virginity with or without Gio taking her actual cherry. Cheri was about five foot two with the blondest hair Abi had ever seen it was almost white, it was so blonde. The cut was cute but different, long in the back like touch the top of her ass long and only chin length in the front. For about three inches, she had dyed the ends cotton candy hot pink. The girl's eyes were the color of fine Kentucky whiskey, a caramel colored amber, and the girl had no need for makeup and wasn't wearing any.

She was damn beautiful and her voice was like someone pouring honey in ears. Yaad aa jati hai mujhe wo Teri hasi, Muskura jati hai khud Ye palken meri. (I remember your beautiful Smile, My lips automatically curves In a smile) She was amazing, I met many girls in business parties and all but they all were clingy but she was different, different from everyone and unique. I don't know why but just thinking about her my lips automatically curves in a smile. Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later.

She couldn’t help but feel insulted, unable to accept the beauty Celeste was now displaying. Chiarra’s dress was a shiny gold gown with glitter, which made it stand out. It had no sleeves, exposing her beautiful collarbone and shoulders. The dress clung tightly to Celeste’s chest and waist, and Chiarra’s gaze lingered on Celeste’s exposed cleavage.

"Sure! He might not claim you as his, but he definitely loses his temper if someone else tries touching you." "He is just weird about his vow to Vincent, that's all Enzo. Come on, let's party." I pulled him to the little area we put together for the music. It was amazing what we could throw together when money was no object. "Hey Sol, thank you for this." Chiara was behind me in a light pink dress that barely covered her thighs. She looked adorable, but sexy. This was a good look on her. "No problem. I get to have some fun too so it's a win for all of us. You ready to party?"

Which I am glad for. The after-party had been in full swing for about half an hour when she walked in. I had my back to her. “Dude you need to turn the fuck around right now,” Nick says to me. I look at him like he has lost his mind. I know he isn’t drunk yet. Shit neither of us has had that much to drink. I see him staring at something behind me. I turn around not expecting much. My brain officially shuts the fuck down. There walking toward Brady is Kyaria. She has on a shimmery pink dress that is just tight enough around her tits and forms perfectly to the rest of her body and stops mid-thigh. I look down and she has silver heels on to finish out the look. My mouth is instantly

I want to do it in bed, and if I’m going to be naked, so is everyone. Everyone eagerly says okay or nods in assent. No sooner do I get the words out than Gloria is out of her hot pink bikini? Gloria is glorious. Her fine mocha Colored tits with chocolate nipples remind me of how much I love chocolate. Her legs, thin and shapely, are magnificent specimens that support her tight, round protruding ass. She is the whole package and she seems to know it.

Victor watched Mirage through the window into the DJ booth. She was smiling brightly at the DJ as she answered questions about her show. She wore a t-shirt advertising herself, over a pair of jeans, biker boots, and a cropped leather jacket, her hair slicked back into her signature ponytail, complete with pink-tipped extensions, and looked every part of the rockstar that she was. “She is holding up,” Vice murmured. “She is strong, our Mira.”

He noticed the outline of a loop that looked like a bellybutton ring as the tight material was stretched over her flat stomach. Additionally, he mentally recorded her diamond ball sized tits and their bullet-tipped nipples. The right one was either pierced with a rod or deformed. Although Ms. Chino wasn't albinistic, she hadn't been outside in a while. Her pale tone was articulated by her ebony hair and matching eyebrows. The thick temples, dull eyeliner, dark mascara and radiant red lips helped him to remember a goth chick at school. He took in the view of her rear end when she turned her back on him. Even though the shorts weren't too short, the gold fabric got stuck in her ass.