Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

“Pause it.” The masked model stepped out like she owned the night. Graceful. Elegant. Moving with a confidence that burned me alive. Her face hidden by that damn silver mask. Her mask. The thing that had made her untouchable, untouchably adored. “Zoom in.” He hesitated. “It’s already blurry, ” “Do it,” I snapped, voice dripping venom. He did. The image worsened, but then something caught my eye—metal flashing under her sleeve.

she turned to face Kiara who was already leaving. No friends or family or someone that even liked her so who could it be? Riona mentally went through all possibilities of who this guest could be but came out empty. Her story had gone way off track since meeting Lennox, Marshal hadn't even approached her once which made her wonder why. She went to her room, took off her mask, and cleaned up quickly before putting on her mask again and changing into a casual dress that complimented the cool weather. She let her hair free and picked up her mother's ring from her dresser but decided against wearing It although she took it with her.

Rochelle smiled brightly and announced, “Mommy, my gift to you is a beautiful make-up.” Rochelle quickly grabbed a mirror and handed it over proudly. “Look, Mommy. You are so beautiful!” Nathaniel coughed. When Serena saw her reflection, she looked mostly normal, but there were streaks of glitter aggressively smeared across her cheeks, forehead, and somehow even one eyebrow. Worse, Rochelle apparently used different colors. One side of Serena’s face shimmered pink. The other glittered silver like a disco ball, fighting for survival. There was also a suspicious amount of glitter near her hairline.

Alastaire is sprawled out on the ground, half of his beautiful golden mask shattered, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek. Time seems to freeze. And then, it goes fast. Too fast. In all happens in a matter of seconds. Alastaire leaps up onto his feet, and launches himself towards Felix. Alastaire’s fist connects with the right side of Felix’s face. Felix’s silver mask cracks and then splinters like a cloud of shivering glass, a spell broken, an enchantment undone. Shards of silver fall to the ground, revealing Felix’s face. His perfect, bewitchingly handsome face.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Scarlett The red lace mask felt cool and familiar against my skin, its delicate edges hugging my cheekbones perfectly. I adjusted the fiery red wig one last time, letting the long waves tumble over my shoulders. Tonight’s theme was sharp and simple: a fitted red blazer that clung to my curves, the smooth silk lining whispering against my bare breasts with every movement. One button already undone. Just enough to tease. I checked the tripod, making sure the ring light hit the mask at the perfect angle, then settled onto the velvet chaise and hit “Go Live.”

Most of my body was hanging off the edge as I grabbed the railing with my other hand. Gravity threatened to pull me down. My hand scraped against the rough material of the railing, drawing blood. The patient kept struggling, clearly disturbed. I tried to smile reassuringly at him. "It's okay. No one can dictate your life now." The patient quieted down, stunned. Taking the chance, I put all my weight on the hand that was holding on to the railing. My arms were in so much pain that they were numb. Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.