Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

I had burned six million credits for one specific, pathetic reason—Chika Whitmore always tracked red stones. During our early days at the sector academy, before the wars separated our houses, Chika would join my unit in the tactical archives for midnight study blocks. While my eyes were locked onto complex supply chain manifests and logistics textbooks, his fingers would flip through random smuggling catalogs, searching for anything more engaging than weapon specs. Tracing the glossy paper, his finger had stopped on a raw ruby layout. Look at the density of this crystallization, Ronan. The color is absolute fire. It looks exactly like a sunflower blooming in a dead zone, don't you think?

"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.

:What do the gargoyles want with a street hooker? :A question of some complexity, for sure.: Kree sent him. There was no doubt in Rhychard's mind what the lady did for a living. Even if he hadn't seen her getting in and out of cars the past couple of days, her choice of clothing revealed all, literally. Her "fuck me" pumps had laces tied up her calves. Paint caked her face. which he supposed she intended to make her look appealing to somebody. She wore a flimsy spaghetti strap blouse that revealed her ample breasts, the nipples poking hard at the wet fabric, and a short skirt he would hardly call a skirt since it barely covered anything. By the curves of her ass exposed to the afternoon sun,

"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?"

Her skin shimmers when the light hits it and draws my attention to her enticing cleavage. She’s wearing a large choker necklace, one that looks like a sexy collar and it has a large A on it, and I know it doesn't stand for Adriana but Atticus. She's wearing large earrings which match the necklace. That’s my girl. Her lips are painted a deep pink and her eyes look as sultry as ever with a touch of sparkle. She’s curled her hair, and she’s changed the colour, adding a soft pink hue to the platinum.

That makes her smirk, as she sits more confidently, finally allowing them to finish her makeup. When it is Gloria’s turn, I don’t have to intervene at all. She is so soft, feminine, and graceful in everything she does even just sitting for her makeover. She lets the stylist choose an off-white, off-the-shoulder sheath with a sweetheart neckline that shows off her beautiful curves. I like her instantly. She has such a calming spirit.

The nightclub thrummed with pulsing beats, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex. Trixie, a tall, statuesque beauty with cascading brown hair and piercing blue eyes, prowled the dance floor like a predator stalking her prey. Her tight black dress hugged her curves, the deep V-neck revealing an ample expanse of cleavage that drew the eyes of every man in the room.

Gloria was somewhat indigent, “What’s wrong with Rican? Stella has already returned. She wants to be with him. He still likes that woman to ride his horse. Why did Rican treat Stella like this? He didn’t give Stella any face at all.” I frowned, “Stella didn’t even say anything. Don’t meddle in their business. Let’s go and ride a horse.” She wrinkled her nose and said, “I am just defending Stella.” I ignored her. I went to lead a horse. Gloria could only follow me. She also chose a white horse. She admires Stella a lot. So she learned everything from Stella. Stella chose a white horse, so she also chose a white horse.

She reached out abruptly, her wolf claws flickering before retracting, and declared loudly, "I'll take this ruby crown and side hair chain. Pack it up!" She aimed to announce to Adelaide that she too was making a purchase here. Her sulfuric pheromones crackled in the air like sparks. Gloria's heart raced—was Sabrina insane? Didn't she even ask the price? Her nape gland throbbed with pain and fury, her suppressed dominance making the crystal chandelier in the private room tremble. The attendant smiled and said, "Certainly, madam. Please, have a seat and enjoy some refreshments while I package it for you."

Chapter 26: Diamonds and Regret People started whispering. “Is that Frank Martinez’s daughter?” “She looks different with that hair… but that behavior? It checks out.” “She might be pretty, but she’s out of control.” Chiffon’s friend pointed a trembling finger at me. “You shameless little—!” Chiffon stood up, dripping in chocolate, her white dress now ruined beyond repair. Her eyes were pure fire. I took an instinctive step back. She lunged toward me—