Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

Each layered ruffle of the skirt moved with a quiet whisper, like midnight waves rippling beneath the moon. In my right hand, I held a slender, polished pipe, long and sleek, made of dark silver with intricate engravings near the mouthpiece. It wasn’t lit; it wasn’t meant to be. It was a symbol, an accessory that gave my appearance a touch of rebellion and power. The finishing touch was the mask, crafted from black lace and dark crystals, shaped to frame my eyes while leaving the rest of my face free. It glittered like frost as it caught the light, delicate yet commanding, softening nothing about the woman who wore it.

Together, we will destroy Rylan’s reputation beyond repair and father will have no choice but to let him go. And that is why, this morning I try to embarrass Rylan by asking him to take off his mask. I expect that anything he does will favor me. If he takes it off, they will see his scary face and will likely be disgusted. And if he doesn’t pull off his mask, I will probably tag him an arrogant jerk who isn’t qualified to lead us.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

Glitter was smeared across her body, including her collarbone. As the silver chain fettered her, she appeared like a confined angel who could elicit empathy from others readily. The stylist had put on a wig over her head. The silver curly hair cascaded down her body. Even her ears were made into fairy ears with special effects makeup. She stood out with the mysterious air around her. How could one not be enticed by the sight of her? Olivia founded a new rule—the minimum bid to remove her mask was one million dollars. The guests began complaining about Flora for being an underhanded mercenary.

he murmured, sliding his palms up and down my exposed arms. I scooted away from the heat of his touch, my heart hammering in my chest. Then he reached behind him and pulled out a breath-takingly gorgeous mask, white and feathery and glittery. “This is for you, Goddess. Your signature disguise.” The immaculate thing was dotted with black and gold tear-drop diamonds, so exquisite they shimmered even in the dim hallway. Oh shit. This whole shenanigan got more intriguing by the minute. As I slipped on the mask and almost orgasmed from the feel of the smooth leather brushing my face, Kallum pulled me into the room and positioned me in front of a gigantic mirror.

“Well, you wasted a trip. No werewolves here.” He looks me up and down. “They says you can’t control the shift when you are exposed to silver.” I hold my hand with my platinum seal ring up for him to see. I doubt he’ll know the difference. “Silver? Like this?” Behind me, the bushes break and crack loudly. A second later, Glenn comes stumbling out, completely naked and cupping his genitals. “What are you doing, lover?” he asks in a slightly coquettish voice. “We were in the middle of something, and you just take off like that?”

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

She slipped sheer gloves over my hands that dazzled with silver stars in the lace. Next she had to move on to my hair which she pulled up in a tight bun, not allowing a single strand to be out of place. The pins had gems on the tips that poked out, solidifying once again I was the essence of the sky. Then came the part I was most looking forward to. The mask was glittered with silver and stars that fit perfectly against my skin fastened to my face by a silver ribbon so pure it shined on its own. When I was done she stepped back pretending to wipe sweat from her brow. “You look marvelous, Ashai.” I could hear the self gratification and I looked in the mirror one final time.

The thought alone was enough to make me smile. I shook all sorts of debauch thoughts out of my head as we finally reached the venue, and I tried to look normal as Rachel and I headed into the hall. “Something tells me this is going to be a good night,” Rachel said beside me as we both slipped on our masks. Hers was white flecks of gold in it, while mine was silver with a white outline. It was identical to Ethan’s, and I was already looking out for him.

Lucas said, biting Gloria's ear. She frowned in pain. Lucas smiled, "Come on. Shout, if it hurts. Are all the call girls like you? Putting a mask on your face all the time. You have long forgotten how to be sincere, have you?" Gloria tried desperately not to punch Lucas' handsome face. She clenched her fists and let go of them a few times.