Novel & Cerita Glamrock Chica

But as I hoped, the penny-ante grifter is propping up the bar, glass in hand, one arm operating like a pump as he knocks back cheap beer with a group of a dozen or so. The other arm is slung around the waist of a gruesome female, her eyes made up zombie-fashion. The remaining make-up job is way too pale for her face, except for the lipstick, which is black, matching the gelled spikes of hair radiating out from her head like some kind of poisoned halo. For some reason she thinks that elbow-length, black lace gloves make a good match with Doc Marten boots. And in a final salute to style, she chews gum, never actually closing her mouth to do so.

Chloe’s POV The tiny red-and-white pleated skirt barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, the matching crop top stretched tight across my breasts with “BLACKWOOD” spelled out in glittery letters right over my nipples. White knee-high socks with red ribbons, white sneakers, and two bright red pom-poms completed the look. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, swinging with every step I took.

Damon said calmly and unfazed and the bartender had a surprised look at his order. Meanwhile, inside the four corners of an elegant, expensive restaurant that had clean, sparkling floor tiles and beautiful round tables of four chairs painted in red and white with three big chandeliers stationed at the rooftop that extended almost to the floor level alongside with classic french windows where Gloria and her friend, Nelly. “Why did you bring me here?" Gloria who was now all dressed up in a short blue gown and long heels, looking back to her pretty normal self said. “I told you to eat and have good sex," Nelly replied as she looked for a perfect spot to sit..

She quickly realized what I meant and added, "Sorry, I had some blood earlier and didn't wipe it off." She smiled, revealing a wide mouth full of blood-stained teeth. I quickly handed her a clean tissue and said, "First, wipe your lips clean. Then we can talk about how to get popular." In truth, the Scarlet Vampire was naturally beautiful. Her skin was as pale as snow, her figure elegant, and her complexion unmatched among the ghosts. If only she would wipe her mouth after meals instead of flashing that bloody grin, she could easily become a star. I started shaping her character. "Act like a cold, reserved noble on the outside, but let a clumsy, charming side peek through. Your cruelty shoul

It was a game for her. Gloria also loved to show off, and she turned heads as we walked to our table. She wore a black cocktail dress that looked like it had been painted on, and it had slits from the upper thigh all the way up the sides. The cleavage and side boob it revealed were ridiculous. She wore heavy makeup and shimmering pink lip gloss. After we had fucked at her place before coming to dinner, I also inserted a red jeweled princess butt plug inside her. We ordered cocktails as soon as we sat down, and Gloria smiled mischievously at me. "I wonder how much people think you're paying me tonight," she said. Her voice had a saccharine quality to it.

Either way, it would be strong enough to keep her fire lit for a long time. “Get up.” Snapped Rebekah. She watched as the girl wiped her face on her pillow as she turned to get out of bed. Rebekah knew she was in a great deal of pain. Seeing as she barely had the strength to stand, Rebekah sighed. Reaching out she grabbed the girl by the face. The girl cried out as her shoulders relaxed and back straightened. Her long grey hair turned short and mousey brown. The deep wrinkles on her face smoothed out. Her eyes stayed the slate black color they always were. The eyes were important. They were always black and lifeless. They had to be. If anyone looked too close they would be able to see the tr

She could see different people, she glanced at each and everyone of them, one particular chocolate skinned girl who was in a black leather skirt and leather jacket, reminded Rhea of RM. RM short for Rosemary was Rhea's best friend, she loved all things leather and hated flowery dresses and heels, she was completely different from Rhea; Rhea missed her friend, RM had moved to California a few weeks ago since she got a job there, It had always been RM's dream to get away from her parents, since they were very confining.

It was tindeeda reflection of her vibrant personality! Her hair, adorned with sun-kissed highlights, now cascaded in luscious waves of honey blonde, lending her an air of ethereal beauty. Tizzy—an affectionate nickname bestowed by the group of jewels—the girl is undeniably drop-dead gorgeous. Now all the ladies were here in Chicago together. Miss Skye, Angela, Addie, Tizzy, and Dynasty. Their vibrant circle of five friends, woven together like a colorful tapestry, all gathered here in the windy city in anticipation of what would be not only an extravagant party but an unforgettable night!

Rosa chimes like a mother hen who found her favorite lost chick. A chick whose skin is ghostly pale — but flawless — made even more striking by her long, thick, auburn hair now framing her face. There’s a scrape on her cheek and a huge, swollen bruise with stitches above her right eye, just at the hairline. But besides that, she’s painfully beautiful. Even with no make-up.

Jessa yelled at the top of her voice, as she doused herself with a bottle of blood mary, staining her revealing yellow outfit. Charvie body moved in rhythm to the DJ's infectious beats, twerking and whining her waist when necessary, until she felt a strong arm, pressed tightly around her waist, and she was pulled into a rock-hard chest, getting rocked by something hard and weird, and the cheers went on.