Novel & Cerita Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

I reached out, catching Alaric’s eye before lifting my hand. “Wait,” I said softly. “That’s not how makeup works. It won’t come off by scrubbing his skin into oblivion. Grace gave me a withering look, but I ignored her. Instead, I leaned in and took my thumb, gently licking the tip, and used it to wipe away some of the glitter from his cheek. Alaric stiffened at the contact, but didn’t pull away. “There,” I murmured, removing some of the stubborn sparkles with another swipe of my thumb, “see? It’s coming off more easily now.”

Intimidating physical features aside, Raul’s aura was one which could cause the most powerful man on earth fidget. He was intimidating, through and through—something him and Ricardo shared in common. They both commanded authority. This was going to be fun, that much I knew. And I couldn’t contain the curiosity brewing inside of me as I wondered what Ricardo’s reaction would be when he saw me with a man like Raul. . . . A week had passed, and now, we were preparing for the masquerade. I adorned myself with a black dress, the slit so high my pussy was barely covered. Around my neck, sat white pearls which clung to my skin like a choker.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

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.

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.