Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

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.

Hitting his chest as bright pink glitter appears, his shirt soaked. Marco getting the green glitter all over his face and suit. Some landing on the desk from the impact. Turning, I move to hit Tony with a balloon as well. This one filled with blue glitter. Laughing, Alex goes completely unaware of his surroundings until I hit him with one as well, silver bursting all over his suit. The other guy getting yellow glitter to the face. Aiming for Enzo, I accidentally catch him just right in the face causing him to scream as multicolor glitter gets into his eyes by accident. Ouch, sorry!

Alessa said, turning from side to side to examine all angles. “Wait, put on the mask!” Madison handed her a glitter-dotted mask. When Alessa snapped it on her face, she noticed it covered everything but her eyes and smile. She could potentially use the mask and sneak into the party. Who would know? She doubted the stories about there being guards there were true. Plus this outfit was so beautiful. She never felt prettier. It would be a waste if she didn’t wear it out. The only issue was her red hair. That might set her apart, but other guests probably will have red hair there, right? It was that uncommon.

David said, confused. "I think it suits him," Rufus chimed in. "After all, Arlen once described him as a hideous, ruthless ghost. I even got him a mask to match." He tossed a silver mask at Luca, who simply put on the outfit in another room without indulging in Rufus’ unwanted remarks.

Even with the mask I could see how gorgeous she was. The mask she chose to pair with her dress was a Luna full face mask. The mask had a white & gold base dripping with Swarovski Crystals which has been delicately decorated with a gold & white swirling glitter design. She was decked in gold from head to toe and it suited her, she seemed so regal. On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."