Pretty Things Novels & Stories

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

"Your date? Right, I am actually your date so I have to act like one. You are a CEO of a well-known company, so I should act sophisticated so they wouldn't say bad things about you just because you have me as your date." "Moonleigh!" I suddenly heard Prestine's voice, so Immediately turned around and saw her waving at me beside her husband. "Pres. We just arrived here at the same time, right? But we didn't see you at the entrance." "Oh, that's because I had to retouch my makeup again. You know I always have to look good so if ever the press put my pictures on different websites, people will say I am beautiful." I just shook my head and laugheD. "You really are Prestine. You always want to lo

His dark mirth failed to cheer him. He heard her before he set eyes on her, the sweet sound of her voice making him shut his eyes. "Oooh, look at these pretty dresses. What do you think, Wyatt?" "I think they look like dresses," growled his former packmate, still as irritable as ever. "Look who's Mr. Grumpy-pants today." "I hate shopping." "I know, but I'm tired of wearing the same thing all the time, and I need new underwear. Oh, and a bra."

Jane brought on. "Oh wow wow wow, this is amazing, and creative, you have an eye for art girl, that is beyond beautiful," and they were right the little decorative peices placed on the pin stood out and made the silver wear look a lot more pleasant than that of any other, now this was bought for me litterally and I liked that.

“Finally, something that doesn’t look like it was pulled from a carnival.” The sales lady smiled and pulled out a tiny denim jacket with embroidered daisies. “And for those slightly cooler days, this pairs wonderfully with any pastel romper. Perfect for a quick outing or a photo shoot.” “A photoshoot, that sounds nice,” Wesley commented. Yeah, I should definitely get a picture of the little princess, maybe have it framed in my office as well. We followed the sales lady as she moved to the next rack. She picked up frilly white dress with intricate lace detailing.

Sis, I’m not stupid. pretty girl bit her lip, then thought to herself: 100,000 , can’t pass up the chance! **pretty girl**: Okay, MrBigbro, come to New York, and I’ll treat you to a meal. **MrBigbro**: That’s more like it. MrBigbro, looking tough and chewing on a cigarette, continued to tip, sending one meteor shower after another. pretty girl’s live stream regained its original popularity. **[pretty girl Is the Most Beautiful: MrBigbro is so generous!]**

The punishment I've given them is already enough. I can't complain about everything I have, since my job has given me economic stability. I don't lack anything. I can even say that the old rags that used to live in my closet no longer exist because now I'm the image of the company. And it's not that I'm deceiving myself. It's just true that "you're treated as you're seen." "That's true, and rightfully so, those killer looks are applied to you. Looks that torture without the opportunity to kill you."

Maybe in a few days, everything will be balanced again. Primrose changed into a short black two-piece dress with glitter, hugging every curve of her body and letting her soft black hair down. She deliberately wore heavier makeup than usual, put on striking red lipstick, and also chose a perfume with a stronger and more seductive scent than the usual light scent.

“Not gonna lie, kid. You dress fancier than anyone I’ve seen at this place.” I grinned, doing a little spin to show off my outfit. “Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear Carl.” This morning’s look was a light green chiffon button-up, breezy and elegant, tucked into white flared jeans. My Mary Jane pumps clicked softly against the marble floor, and my wig—styled into a sleek ponytail—felt secure on my head. A strawberry pin sat proudly on my shirt, perfectly matching the pink lip tint I had swiped on before leaving the house.

Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all. We walked over to the table, and as we got closer, I saw there was already someone sitting there—a really pretty girl who looked like she could be in a magazine or one of those fashion ads on TV. She had smooth, dark brown skin that looked soft and glowing, and her hair was done in long, neat braids that fell perfectly over her shoulders. She wore a light purple sweater with small sparkles on it, paired with ripped jeans and white sneakers. Everything about her screamed confidence and style, like she knew exactly how to look good without even trying.