Glitz And Glam Fanart Novels & Stories

“Then Emma, sweet quiet Emma, decides to sculpt her soul in clay. That’s what she titled it. Just ‘My Soul.’ It’s this weird twisted spiral that honestly looks like a cursed cinnamon roll.” “Oh no,” I chuckle, covering my mouth. “Please tell me she didn’t put glitter on it.” “She did. Gold glitter. So much glitter, Hazel. It’s still in the floor cracks.” We both dissolve into laughter, the kind that draws a glance from the barista behind the counter but not in a rude way, more like the warmth of the room just grew stronger.

I say. Luca and Liam start laughing, and I debate about adding to my list of deaths that will happen tonight. I slam the door to our room, heading for the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, I like glitter, and I have added it to my paint to give some of my art a pop, but I do not appreciate being covered in it. I spend the next hour in the shower getting as much of the shiny shit off. I look in the mirror after I get dressed. I would say that 95% of it is gone, but I can still see a few sparkles in my hair. I am sure that everyone at school will laugh when they see me.

Gloria, an image of virtue, held a decent outfit before her, saying, "If it's not too much trouble, attempt this; you will look more gorgeous." Rubi realised that implied she needed to strip before them and give them a demo. She was unable to say no. Rubi took the article of clothing from Gloria and gradually stripped off her dress, uncovering her bends underneath. Sonia and Gloria looked in awe as Rubi gradually stripped down before them with little restraint. She wore a slim blue fancy undergarments set, emphasising her figure and improving her curves. She looked shocked; her body enlightened in the faint light of the room. A smoky eye makeup enhanced her captivating gaze, and her lips wer

Even calling upon a Glow and a Breath he hadn’t used in a while. “Glow: Brimstone” “Glow: Takeover” “Breath: True Flames”

He flooded my depths once more, hot pulses that sealed our bond as we clung together amid the half-formed sculpture. In the afterglow, as we lay on a nearby chaise watching the lake shimmer under clearing skies, Damien revealed the final layers. His empire wasn’t just wealth—it involved influential circles where art masked power plays, alliances forged in pleasure and secrecy. He had rivals who would see my presence as a weakness… or a target. The obsession that bound us could protect me, elevate me, but it demanded loyalty. Total surrender. I traced patterns on his chest, my body sore and sated yet already stirring for more. “I choose this,” I said softly, heart full. “The art, the passion,

I said. The rest of her form was completely white, so her eyes were perfect for bolder colors. I applied a light apricot base on her lids, then a grapefruit shade to the inner corners, finishing with a pearlescent champagne shade along the outer edges. Finally, I took a small box of crushed gold leaf from my makeup case, applied gel to her brow and eye areas, and layered the gold leaf for a textured, shimmering effect.

Then Nicole leaned in as if she was saving the moment, looping her arm around my shoulders with this fake-friendly smile. "Oh, come on. Don't be mean. Kelsey is basically the computer science queen of Arkenville University!" But instead of helping, that just made everyone look at me differently. Their eyes were filled with a mix of doubt and disgust, as if they'd just uncovered something nasty. "So she's the one who plagiarized Nicole's work? Damn. Didn't expect that. She's not even cute, and on top of that, she plays dirty." "Exactly. Ugly on the outside, shady on the inside. I can't believe Nicole still invited her. That's what you call a real angel."

Suddenly finding themselves fighting to survive, Ellie and Jennie started working as cocktail waitresses, while Harold officially became a gigolo. I was too busy with Skymex Group to keep tabs, however, until a year later and I was suddenly being flamed on every corner of the internet. Even Skymex Group's shares were plummeting due to the backlash. It turned out that Harold, Ellie and Jennie managed to become internet celebrities over the past year, and started slandering me after they secured a solid fanbase. Ellie and Jennie especially had been bemoaning that although they looked like they used to lead a life of privilege, it was actually a life of torment—that my father and grandfather ha

“That's against the plan, I'm fine Connor let's go.” The door to the warehouse opened and Tony shirted started to glow a neon white, the whole room was black except for all the lights that were coming off of the body points and the glowing clothes. Tony lead Glory over to the body paint station and told her to pick out a color.She picked red and Tony picked up the brushed and started to paint two lines on each of her arms that would spiral down and interlock together when they reached her hand. Tony then picked up the pink paint and painted a heart on her chest right on her right boob.Glory smiled when his hand stayed on her chest a little longer than it need to be. Glory grabbed the neon re

“Inspect the tableware, Chika.” Confused by his focus on the porcelain, I stepped to the mahogany edge and picked up a heavy, custom-fired ceramic bowl. To my absolute disbelief, an elite graphic artist had printed a stylized, sharp-chinned cartoon image of my wolf form—complete with my distinct silver-tinted fur and arrogant scowl—directly onto the glaze of every plate and vessel. Thinking my vision was playing tricks due to the concussion, I picked up a platter, inspecting the border work three times.