Novel & Cerita Glamrock Chica

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

“The one in the corner, she looks fun,” “The brunette?” Chicha leans in. As the only girl in our entourage, you might think she's the voice of reason. You'd be wrong. “Nah, I think I know her from law school. Marisol. Total slut entrapment gold digger. More baby daddies than I have shoes,” she clicks her teeth. “Little bro can do better.” She then points to a girl wearing glasses sitting alone at the bar. “She’s a redhead, and she’s smart. Look at the size of that book! I bet you can talk to her about all your geeky mythology lore and she’d think you were all suave.”

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.

Yellow lights strung above cobblestone streets, music spilling out of club doors, people smelling like money and niche perfume. I stood at the bar, elbow resting against dark wood, a tequila glass in my hand. A black mini dress hugged my body, the fabric clinging to my waist and hips. My hair was down, loose waves spilling over my back. My lips were painted a deep red. “If he saw you right now, he’d faint,” Salma commented, checking the highlighter on my cheekbones. “Or suffer a mild stroke.” “I hope the stroke hits his wallet,” I muttered, downing the tequila. The liquid burned its way down my throat, blurring the world just enough to make it easier to laugh at.

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.

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.”

"Bastard!" I raised my brows in a questioning look and pulled myself back. "In your dream," I said in a bored tone and returned to my seat. "I would rather eat shit than have you." Her jaw dropped as she narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you mean, asshole? Am I not pretty?" I was amused when her face flustered in anger. Rika was naturally striking with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminded me of Lana Turner, she was one of the most glamorous actresses of old Hollywood. She was funny because she always had something hilarious to say.