Quotes Glitter Novels & Stories

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

“Not just the dust or remnants either. We mine and refine it before chipping it into gold powder for this shade.” I smirked picking up the shade called Coins Galore and twirled it around so she could see the flecks of gold, copper, and silver inside. “We do the same thing for the copper and silver flecks, and—” I closed my mouth realizing that Grace was smiling at me and not looking at the bottle in my hand, and I had said far too much. “I meant, they… I—” “You’re from Fluorite,” Grace said, her face showing no hint of shock. “I… suspected as much.”

Even now also his eyes are taking her glance. "Glamour is always pricky" he said and took another glass of wine from waiter. "But it makes u shine...... Makes u look exceptional ...... Agree or not industry is thirsty for shine which brings fame and spotlight" she said in her attitude. "She is noble metal ...... She have her own lustre and can shine anywhere being unaffected by external conditions" he too said with a proud look on his face. "Artificial jwellery shines more". "Which also fades away and leaves a rusted metal behind".

There were plenty of ups like yesterday… ‘Ooh… you’re right—these glittery FLEURs look amazing with grey. Who would’ve thought!’ Goldie turned and twisted her knees to admire the thousand dollar heels strapped around her beautiful pedicured feet. ‘You finally used your brains, Dirty Rosie.’ I couldn’t hide my smile. ‘Rum wouldn’t look away from you, Miss Sparks.’

It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems. It looked exquisite. "Do you like it?" Woody asked with a smile. Girls loved everything sparkly, especially jewels. In fact, it would be weird if they didn't like such things. Ginger carefully looked at the crown. Then, she shook her head and said, "It looks interesting, but I wouldn't say that I like it. It looks too extravagant and dramatic!"

I reached out, catching Alaric’s eye before lifting my hand. “Wait,” I said softly. “That’s not how makeup works. It won’t come off by scrubbing his skin into oblivion. Grace gave me a withering look, but I ignored her. Instead, I leaned in and took my thumb, gently licking the tip, and used it to wipe away some of the glitter from his cheek. Alaric stiffened at the contact, but didn’t pull away. “There,” I murmured, removing some of the stubborn sparkles with another swipe of my thumb, “see? It’s coming off more easily now.”

He would make her love him again. Across the aisle, cameras snapped like tiny fireworks, their flashes capturing the parade of beauty. Coco accessories shimmered in every direction—diamond-studded sunglasses, handbags dripping with gold chains, shoes that sparkled like champagne bubbles. Every model that followed was a moving advertisement for luxury, each glide a perfect blend of power and grace.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

CLAIRE The ballroom glittered beneath a thousand chandeliers, each prism scattering shards of light across the vaulted ceiling like fractured stars. Camera flashes exploded in staccato bursts, mingling with the clink of crystal glasses and the low murmur of investors, reporters, and scientists exchanging polished pleasantries.

Golden chandeliers shimmered above the grand ballroom like constellations trapped in crystal. The city’s elite had gathered beneath them—CEOs, politicians, and socialites draped in diamonds, their laughter sharp as glass. But beneath the glitter, tension pulsed like an undercurrent ready to burst.