Our Glamorous Times Novels & Stories

Very well, I'd like to see what he was up to this time. … His assistant led me into the venue, and the moment I did, a commotion broke out. I checked out what caught everyone's attention. Yvonne was in an extravagant gown, and she came in slowly, her arm looped around Jackie's. The crowd broke into a discussion. "That must be Mr. Kissinger's wife. They're perfect for each other." "I'm jealous of Mrs. Kissinger. Her husband got her that gown in an auction." Jackie did not deny the stories. Instead, he lovingly tidied up Yvonne's hair. I was right behind him, and the scene was so ridiculous, I let out a chuckle.

The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.

"Let's go to the cosmetics department before heading back!" Gloria enjoyed herself to the fullest that night—bags and cosmetics being part of her harvests aside from clothes. She, like many others, loved shopping despite once being a glorious general. Finally, the couple returned to their accommodation at eleven at night after she became tired from all the shopping. The next morning, Adrian and Gloria left Novemton on a plane to Swallowston without informing Crystal.

That was the very reason why Grace was at Stunning Agency, getting dressed in a red dress that revealed more than it concealed. For the past three years, Camila had upgraded her business with executive and wealthy clients and in order to make her business more classy, bookings were now done online. The girls did photoshoots which were posted on the Stunning Agency's platform to enable clients make their choices easily. Grace at twenty-five was the most expensive of all the girls and she was often reserved for extremely wealthy clients. Her last client had been a recently divorced sixty year old businessman. He needed a date to an award ceremony in order to enrage his ex-wife. Grace had been

“Then let’s finish this.” Paris. The city of light and lies. We arrived in style, chauffeured in a limousine to the Palais Garnier. The gala was a swirl of diamonds, champagne, and secrets. Adrian looked lethal in a black tuxedo. I wore a crimson gown that shimmered like blood under the chandeliers. Amara’s voice buzzed in our ears. “Cameras are placed. Signal’s strong. Stick to the plan.” We mingled. Smiled. Waited.

Grace went over to the screen and pulled it back, she gasped at what she saw, it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen! The dress in front of her was a vintage 1920s Gatsby Flapper dress. It had a Mermaid hem, a classic V-Neck and reached the floor. What made it stunning was the decoration and colour. The dress was made of deep rich burgundy silk, with a layer of delicate black lace on top that flowed into a train. The train was decorated in what she first thought was sequins, but on closer inspection was tiny diamonds, pearls and other gemstones. The bodice was decorated in the typical diamond pattern, that finished in sweeping waves just below the stomach. It was stunning and Grac

“Yes, you do. You resent me and you love someone else. I love you too; you know? And even if you think I just want sex from you then you're so wrong. I want more than that from you Evs. I missed you. I know I fucked up, we were both fucked up but what we had was beautiful.” She was right. We did share a past. I met Gloria at a gala at age 30. She had on a black chiffon dress and her hair, although not as long as it is now, had its silk texture to it. I remember how I watched her all night and when she stepped out of the party, I followed suit.

I’d kept it all these years without remembering why. Now I did. As I clasped it around my neck, my heartbeat steadied. This wasn’t revenge. It was true. The Abram Foundation Gala was held at the Astoria Grand — a hotel so opulent it looked like wealth carved in marble. Cameras flashed, reporters crowded the velvet entrance, and voices buzzed like electricity. When I stepped out of the car, the world seemed to slow down. Heads turned. Gasps rippled. Someone whispered, “Marisol Abram?” — like a ghost story brought to life.

a small smile tugged at his lips, he wasn't lying, the only thing that attracted her to him, was those pool of green eyes. The door opened and Dario walked in with Alexandra following him with gentle steps. The older woman’s eyes widened almost immediately, her grandson indeed had eyes for the most beautiful things. The girl had a slender figure, with a well-rounded shape, she was very attractive, her thick red hair fell in thick waves across her shoulder and her deep green eyes were just like crushed leaves. “Hello. Good day, ma’am.” Alexandra greeted me with a small but warm smile on her face. “My name is Alexandra Colton.”