Glamrock Chica の小説・ストーリー

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.

She let the silence stretch, taut as wire, before she spoke again. “The first design to be chosen for the Ulrick Jewels Elite is…” Her pause deepened, and then— “The Scarlet Promise.” Gasps tore through the audience, but Chloe did not stop. Her next words struck like thunder. “The Scarlet Promise, worn tonight by the granddaughter of Don Sebastian Guevarra.”

Chapter 16 Roseanna is wearing a Baby blue tube long gown that fits her fit body she looks like an angel in disguise while Sam is wearing the same style of gown as Roseanna but hers is in color red making Sam more intimidating than usual. They both looked like water and fire combined because of the aura they're giving to everyone who's watching them. They're both walking on the red carpet together with their chin up and both of them aren't smiling they looked like a twin. "Why don't you smile? Everyone is looking at you both you know" James said then hold Claire's waist to pose on the camera

"Fifty million dollars, Deja. Focus on the fifty million dollars." She dragged herself upright, glancing toward the mirror. What greeted her could only be described as... post-apocalyptic glam. Her makeup looked like it had fought someone and lost. Her afro was giving "art installation meets crime scene." And yes—yes, that was a cocktail olive stuck to her collarbone like a shameful little boutonnière. "Girl," she whispered to her reflection. "You look like you got jumped by a martini."

He growled. “Ah, I die. Your business dies.” I chuckled. “Do you really have to be so prideful?” He smirked. “And who taught me that?” I raised my brows. “Dad you lose this time,” Jackie interjected, chuckling. I looked over at her. She had red lipstick on her lips and she wore a short pink gown with black leather boots. Then she got off the table and grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray. I watched her and nothing about her reminded me of Normani. She was the opposite. She had heavy makeup on her face, pretty, not Normani pretty.

Gaia POV. Strutting through the halls of the one of my many nightclubs, the nighclubs I named each after one of the seven deadly sins. The music pumping as it vibrates through my being. My black Louboutin heels click on the polished black floors. My stocking clad legs are on display, a tiny black leather wrap-around skirt and jacket showing my cleavage. My long blonde hair hangs in loose curls down my back. My face is done perfectly with a dark smoky eye making my blue eyes pop and a slutty red lip. Walking closer to my office when the moans of sin grow louder the closer I get to my office.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

Gloria, an image of virtue, held a decent outfit before her, saying, "If it's not too much trouble, attempt this; you will look more gorgeous." Rubi realised that implied she needed to strip before them and give them a demo. She was unable to say no. Rubi took the article of clothing from Gloria and gradually stripped off her dress, uncovering her bends underneath. Sonia and Gloria looked in awe as Rubi gradually stripped down before them with little restraint. She wore a slim blue fancy undergarments set, emphasising her figure and improving her curves. She looked shocked; her body enlightened in the faint light of the room. A smoky eye makeup enhanced her captivating gaze, and her lips wer

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

21 - Kennedy “Damn, girl! No one stands a chance. You look gorgeous! Now for the finishing touch.” She hands me these black crystal chandelier earrings. I step back to take in the whole look and she isn’t wrong. She did a great job. My blonde hair is in a high ponytail with a soft beach wave to it and a black crystal hair piece. My eye make-up is smokey and sexy, but soft, making my blue eyes pop. A shimmer blush highlighting my cheeks and a deep red lip that pops with all the black. I look like me, just enhanced. Then I turn around and see I am not the only one who is glammed up.