Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

"You'll blend right in at the ball. No one will even guess who you are." I nod. I can barely recognise the girl in the mirror either. Tess holds up my hair with a brooch and pins, letting a few strands curl at either side of my face. She puts a bit of makeup and glitter on my cheeks and finally, she hands me a gold mask. I step back from the mirror. "It's perfect." I can't help but smile a little, even with my heart pounding. My smile falters however, my gaze turning back to hers. "What about you?"

"You can earn more money this way. That’s what you want, isn’t it?" "No!" I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the mask in my hands. I recoiled as Frank yanked the mask from me and harshly affixed it to my face. "You’re wasting my time, Nicole! You’re not a princess, so stop pretending! If you’re uncomfortable with undressing in front of a crowd, then brace yourself for a rough experience!" "No! Stop it!" I protested, struggling against his grip as he grabbed my shoulders.

"There's no time to explain. Tell us the truth. What was wrong with those glass slippers? Why did Prince Adrian still call Ryla a fake after she put them on?" Rosalie looked completely innocent. "That's impossible. They were made from the purest crystal and had a true love spell cast on them." Rosalie's expression suddenly shifted, and she shrank back slightly, looking guilty. I caught the change in her expression right away. "What's wrong? Did you mess something up?"

My head turns around to glance at his freezing jaw with a lazy, unbothered expression after hearing his breath catch in his throat. "Your alpha brain must be deeply surprised." My fingers play with the stretchy edges of the fake mask in my lap. "My own expression was completely similar to yours when my hands first obtained this potion skin from the secret traders. However, this mask still carries its own major drawbacks. Although its pores are waterproof against rain, the material will wrinkle up the exact second it meets slightly warm water, making it incredibly uncomfortable to wear on my cheeks." Riven’s silver pupils are firmly glued to my bare skin, finding it absolutely impossible to t

Layla was visibly trembling by the time they got to the large doors that led to the ballroom. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and kept telling herself that everything would be fine. She knew Riven would never leave her side. It was a mask party after all. All she had to do was leave her mask on through out the entire party. She would be fine. Riven squeezed her hand gently and turned her to face him. "You will need this",he said softly and held up a silver mask with intricate designs and white fur on the sides. "I know I said you will choose your own mask, but I hope you like this one"

I playfully slapped my hand to my forehead and scolded him for frightening me earlier. "What? I just averted a major disaster," he said, defending himself with a confident smirk. Thankfully, we didn't have to search for masks for too long. Kenny was determined to find the perfect ones for all of us, especially for Jasper. He finally settled on a silver mask adorned with blue stones and feathers that perfectly complemented my dress. For Jasper, he found a sleek black and blue mask, and for himself, a simple black mask with elegant black stones.

“Are you sure there’s no problem? I just…” “Of course, there’s no problem,” I quickly interrupted him, “Just go first, I’ll be out soon.” I needed him to leave so I’ll brace myself and figure out how I was going to deal with this situation that Rachel had forced on me. “Oh, alright then,” he sounded hesitant and I thought he wouldn’t leave but after a while, I heard his departing footsteps and the sound of the door being opened and closed. Ptfffff. I heaved a very heavy sigh as I stared at myself in the mirror, as I stared at my exposed self, and I took a whole to mentally prepare myself to go out and finally, I wore my gold mask and walked out of the bathroom.

in Luna Lust Club. I spun again, arching my back and letting my silver mask catch the flickering neon lights. The mask was my armor, hiding my identity in this pool of greed and desire. My long, silvery-blonde hair cascaded down my back, brushing against my bare skin as I bent low, teasing the front row and almost making my boobs visible but I swayed back immediately. My black stilettos clacked against the polished stage as I twirled once more, the hem of my glittering outfit glimmering like broken stars.

6’5 ft, easy broad shoulders that block out the light. I remember how they felt pinning me down, unyielding. The scent hits harder now sandalwood and leather, twisting my gut with a cocktail of hate and something sharper, unwanted, that coils low in my belly. He reaches again, insistent, fingers hooking under the lace. "I paid for the full show, Raven. Mask off." I let him pull it halfway, just enough to expose one eye, my gray one, hidden behind the hazel contact, but close enough to risk it.