Pretty Gurls Novels & Stories

“No one will ever make you feel small again.” She kissed her forehead. Then turned off the light. And walked back out into the silence of the house. The internet didn’t sleep. Especially not when there was drama wrapped in wealth, entitlement, and the innocent cry of a child. At exactly 6:42 PM, a fashion lifestyle account known for celebrity street style coverage uploaded a seemingly harmless video: “Cutest thing ever, little fashionista in glitter heels steals the show at Goldleaf Galleria.” It began sweetly, someone filming the toddler twirling in her new shoes, giddy and giggling beneath the soft glow of the luxury mall chandeliers.

Gemma shouted back. While the rest called their parents mum and dad, Gemma called them Mammi and Pops. It just felt right. Gemma turned off the curling iron and put it away before looking at Cindy’s makeup. Cindy was only thirteen and wasn’t allowed to ware too much makeup or dress too provocatively; however on this occasion her normally long dresses was a flattering peach with flecks of gold glitter; the colour on her tanned skin flattering, which skimmed her knees and had short capped sleeves. Her brown curled hair had been set to pile up on her head with little wisps falling about her face. A hint of gold eyeliner, some stardust blusher to give them a glow and clear gloss on her lips, and

One look at Jayems and the young ones were all shy smiles and giggles. Wiley rolled her eyes. Those girls were around her age and old enough to have more sense. Granted, Jayems was good looking in a brutal sort of way, but anyone could see he would be a totally domineering husband, completely unsuited to any woman with a brain. It didn’t stop the giggling trio, who looked like they spent half their day preparing to wow men. Their hair trailed in elaborate braids down their backs, as if a maid had spent at least an hour on each of them. They wore subtle makeup, expertly applied, and their perfect nails had surely never seen hard labor. Grecian-style gowns of flowing silk adorned perfect bodie

I just don't bother with these women. "Cancel the meetings for today," I said to my assistant, "also go and bring some girls here." "How much sir?" "10," yeah ten should be enough. He nodded and went. I pull out a picture from my desk and stare at the woman, "how could I ever marry, someone if it's not you." An hour later. All the women that Luke (the assistance) bring are all bunch of gold diggers, one of them even has the nerves to touch me.

My mother looked proud as her eyes scanned through my work before she let out a soft, approving hum. “Good girl.” “I told you I had this covered,” I said. I began creating accounts. One after the other. Different names, different profile pictures all with different personalities. Some of the fake accounts were Young women with aesthetic feeds, anonymous gossip accounts and the best ones were the “Insiders” claiming exclusive knowledge. Each one had a purpose. My fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as I drafted the first post. ***“Not to be messy but does anyone else find it weird how Avery Mane just magically became rich overnight? No offense but… we all know how these things happen.”*

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