Pretty Things Novels & Stories

For the tenth time, I said to myself, "Deep breaths, you'll be fine." I could see my pale arms through the elbow-length sleeves of the knee-high ruby red dress's elbow-length sleeves that were cut at the sides. The neckline dipped just enough to show a significant amount of my breasts while still keeping it elegant. In combination with basic red heels, the gold beaded design in the midsection gripped my waist and highlighted my slightly curved form. A few strands of my silky golden hair that were left out flowed about my face as I was pulled back into a high, elegant ponytail.

Not with gasps. But with glances. Sideways. Quick. Curious. She wasn’t dressed poorly. Her coat was tailored. Her boots, Italian leather. But her face? It was real. No contouring. No subtle lifts. Just her — before the surgery. And in a room full of polished perfection, that was enough to make her stand out. Not for her style. But for her lack of it — by their standards. She scanned the room. And there, in the center table near the window, sat Serena.

Chapter 1301 Ben was lively and cute. Surrounded by the good-smelling ladies, he said in a sweet angelic voice, "Ms. Pretty, what perfume are you wearing? You really have good taste. Could you tell me? Then I will buy a bottle for Mommy sometime. "Miss, your dress is very beautiful, and you look really nice. There must be lots of men who want to win your love." These socialite ladies were so pleased to hear that.

Binuksan ang drawer at naglabas ng gamit. Nang matapos ang ginawang pag-aayos ay nasiyahan naman si Alexa sa nakikita sa repleksyon. Kahit siya ay hindi makapaniwala na ang sarili ang kaharap sa salamin. Pinangko nito ang buhok niya na pinaumbok sa itaas ng ulo. Medyo loose ang pagkaka-ayos niyon kaya naaayon sa may kaliitan niyang mukha. May pinatong itong gintong panyeta sa kanyang buhok. Flowers ang design at may pearls na nakadikit. Pinatungan lang ng pulbo ang makinis naman na niyang mukha at nagbahid ng parang lipgloss na pink sa labi. Presto, tapos na sila. She can't help but feel satisfied. Nagtataka siya kung bakit maganda na ang resulta kahit pulbo at lipstick lang ang nilagay sa m

seemed to have become more slender. Chris looked at Paige. Paige blushed, feeling awkward. She said, "This… is the built-in beauty mode. It slims the face and enlarges the eyes. Many photo apps nowadays come with various beauty features catering to female users. "...Are you sure it's on beauty mode?" Chris asked, skeptical. He felt that the beautified versions of both him and Paige looked less appealing than their normal selves. Chris didn't say anything about it, but the standard facial features combined with the slimming function made his face appear narrow and pointed, resembling a goblin from folklore.

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Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

I know u plus dat skirt z too SHORT! I quickly look at the short black skirt and decide that no, it's not too short. My shirt z not too short n FYI u re wrong I'm wearing under. Now it's my turn to smirk at him. Really? I don't believe you. U want 2 c em? It's black lace from Fenty. I dare u 2 show mi. I dare u 2 come at my house after xul and take em off. And with that I put my phone aside and start pretending to listening to Mr Zukov. I know how all this teasing will drive Santiago crazy and leaving him hanging will just make him want me more.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.