Glitter Sunny Glitter Force Novels & Stories

To the drive. I needed to talk. Listen. Blend. Two girls walked in. Sweaty. Giggling. Makeup smudged but still pretty. One had green glitter all over her chest. The other held bundles of hundred-dollar bills. Stuffed in her bra. In her garter. They peeled them out. Counted quick. Laughed when they saw the numbers. I stepped closer. Smiled. “Hi girls. I’m Sunshine.” They stopped. Looked at me. Up and down. Slow.

Very still. I look up, and I can see a clearness in those azure eyes I’d never noticed before – an openness and an earnestness at odds with Alastaire’s usually cool, flippant, devil-may-care demeanor. He’s staring. Watching me. Intently. “What?” I say. “Have I got something on my face? Apart from glitter I mean. That was Jamie’s idea, she did my makeup tonight, and she just loooves the stuff, although you’re not really in a position to judge, everyone’s seen that pic on your i*******m where they painted you head to toe on gold glitter for some charity event, being a super famous celebrity must be hard, especially when you get glitter in your buttcrack to help Cure Lymphodemia by 2018, it’s s

Ivor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thin strip of parchment, covered in strange runes. He struck a match, letting the paper burn until it curled to ash. Then he scooped the ashes into a cup of water and stirred. "Drink this," he said, his voice low but steady. "It's a cleansing potion. No spell, curse, or hex will cling to you once it's in your blood." The moment it slid down my throat, the necklace around my neck loosened with a sharp snap. I gasped and pulled it off easily.

Alex looked almost horrified at the smirking Alizey. "No you wouldn't!" He mouthed. Alizey's smirked only grew as she gave him her breathtaking smile. "Yes I will Goofus." She whispered and with that she pushed the ladder back making his fall on the grass with a thud followed by ladder on his face. He almost screamed out in pain as he groaned out profanities. Glaring at Alizey who was laughing at the window. The man gave her a deadly glare as he moved his hand on his beard and pointed at her in a threatening manner, 'I'll take my revenge.'

Anna turned Amaris and sat her down on the cot next to them, and then took a seat next to her. Amaris sighed "Ok here goes." Once again Amaris thought back. "I was concentrating, going over everything that I had done the first time that I had made the force field. I went over it in my head over and over. I went over everything that I was feeling too. None of that made any difference. Then you yelled in pain. I knew you must be getting burned. I wished that I could do the stupid force field so that I could protect you and also use it to protect everyone else in the future. That was when you cried out again and said that it worked. I don't know what the difference was, but it worked.

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

The Silverwoods had chosen Arden’s hotel for the launch — her boss’s turf — and it stung like lemon on a paper cut. Clusters of guests hovered around glowing display tables. Each product sat beneath a glass dome lit from beneath, the creams and serums gleaming like treasures. At one table, two girls giggled as they swiped lotion onto their wrists, leaning into each other for selfies. “Hashtag GlowUp,” one whispered before hitting post. Screens lined the walls, looping slow-motion videos of Misty Murphy — her glossy hair falling over bare shoulders, her hands caressing jars and bottles as if they were precious.

Amidst the luminous expanse of their sunlit kingdom, Apollo and Jolene find delight in a spirited game of Solar Spheres, a celestial sport that ignites their competitive spirits and fills their days with boundless joy. In the heart of their sun-drenched palace, a shimmering arena awaits, bathed in the golden glow of the sun's radiant rays. The rules of Solar Spheres are simple yet exhilarating: players harness the power of solar energy to propel glowing orbs of light across the arena, aiming to outmaneuver their opponent and score points by sinking the orbs into radiant portals of light.

Just then, my phone rang. "Ms. Rossitto? This is Barbara. Michele regrets it. He wants the 50 thousand dollars returned. If you refuse, he will sue you for extortion. The family's legal team isn't something you can afford to provoke. I am sorry, Ms. Rossitto. I tried to speak up for you, but Michele truly despises you now." I gave a bitter smile, said nothing, and ended the call. After standing there for a while, I dug a crumpled business card out of the trash and dialed the number. "Mr. Frattini? I agree to work at Club Luna."

When he turns around to face me, I can see that it looks as if he is wearing silver glitter eyeshadow. “I’m sorry, I have tried and tried to get it to look more like normal lotion,” she explains, “But no matter what I do, it ends up looking like the recipient is wearing glittery makeup. In your case, eyeshadow. I think it has something to do with the spell I use to bind the mixture. Some people do get upset when they see the result.” “Upset? Are you kidding me? I’ll take a little glitter eyeshadow over that pain any day of the week,” he says heartily, “THANK YOU SO MUCH HOPE!”