Pretty Things Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

“There’s just something fascinating about you.” “Stop talking and eat.” “You know when you smile, the corners of your lips raise up a little. Not all that high though cause it seems like you’re always trying to repress your smile around me. But whenever you decide to be comfortable and actually smile, it raises all the way up in the most adorable manner. Like your cheekbones come to life and your eyes become tinier I’d mistake you for an asian if didn’t know better. Your eyebrows too. You have this naturally perfect carved eyebrows and whenever you’re smiling, they magically become thinner. And you know the craziest part, though they become thinner they still have that perfectly carved shape

"Hmm, Pashika made pleats of Saree and hmmm without looking at her. "Can I ask you one thing?", Jiya asked softly and Pashika looked at her. "Hmm Jiya", Pashika smiled and corrected all the pleats of Saree. "Am I not beautiful?", Her voice was low and her eyes were dull. "Huh, not beautiful? Has anyone said anything to you?", Pashika stood and stared at Jiya's gloomy face and Jiya shook her head negatively. "No, It's just, that Twinkle is very pretty. Even Cookie is beautiful but I think. I am nothing", Jiya looked down and her eyes were glossy.

I say. Quinn is in a delightful pink dress that is adorned with intricate lace and delicate ruffles, gracefully flowing around her petite frame as she twirls in sheer joy. The soft pastel shade of pink complements her rosy cheeks and even though her hair is not made she looks good. There is a sprinkle of glitter dusted on her shoulders, making her look like a tiny fairy celebrating her own magical moment.

“You look hot.” Zoey spun Beth’s chair around so she could see herself in the mirror. She had to agree—but then she looked nothing like herself either. Zoey had done her makeup and hair so that she looked like one of the girls in her Seventeen magazine, and while it had taken over an hour, Beth thought maybe she could replicate the look, if she got some more expensive products. She was also wearing an outfit borrowed from one of Zoey’s friends who was Beth’s size, since Zoey was a good four inches taller and a size smaller than Beth. She’d have to spend her scorekeeping money and everything else she’d been saving up for the last few years to afford something this nice, but the effect was wor

Besides they were arriving in comfort, it wasn’t like their current wardrobe was what they were wearing for the fashion show. There was a flash of anger that immediately disappeared from James's eyes. He looked to Collen as though noticing him for the very first time, and giving him a 'friendly' smile. "Why I would never insinuate they were in need of decorating. I'm just saying such lovely deserve nothing but the best." He then turned back to the girls smiling at them. "And I can say with certainty that we of The Pristine Diamond only offer the best to ALL of the women we represent."

I fumble with his belt buckle for a second with nervous hands but make quick work of his zipper. He lifts his hips and pushes his pants down to give me better access. He’s freaking huge. I’ve seen penises before, there is very little in the way of modesty in the modeling world, but Gage is longer and thicker than any I’ve ever seen. To say it’s intimidating is an understatement. A pearly drop of pre-cum beads on the tip and I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like.

You know, pretty privilege. The worker arrived, her bob dark hair sticking all over her sweaty face. “Hello there, beautiful.” Tentin greeted with a charming smile. The woman sighed and showed him the package in her hands; it had green-themed customization. It made me feel a bit excited because green was my favorite color. Tentin accepted the package and tore it open, revealing the high-quality phone. My jaw dropped from how pretty it looked. I wasn't too much a fan of high tech, but this particular phone appealed to me.

PRECIOUS I was still giggling when I saw Nate. He was bent on, his hands fastening his shoe laces, with his back facing me. He was dressed in a beige shirt and charcoal trousers, each piece tailored to perfection, highlighting his lean physique. The sunlight gently kissed his hair, casting a warm, golden halo around him. As he straightened up and turned around, his eyes met mine, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.