Quotes Glitter Novelas e Histórias

‎I tried speaking but my words didn't fall, as I basted in the outer worldly beauty before. ‎“Truly beautiful isn't it princess?" She asked, her eyes radiating with pride and I nod in agreement. Indeed that piece of Jewelry was breathtaking but there was no way I was letting myself be bought over with jewelry. ‎“Of course you like it, it must have resonated with your personality. Glittering on the outside but who knows, it might be cheap as plastic on the inside” She said and I froze. ‎“What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to insult me?” I doubted, bile rising up in the back of my throat as I gazed on her smiling face.

He said to her. “By the way, I have a gift for you,” Killian said and took out a glittering gold hairpin. It was so beautiful and captivating that Sara fell in love with it at a glance. “Wow! It's very beautiful, I love it.” She screamed happily and told Killian to put it on her. “Perfect! It looks so beautiful on you, portraying your elegance.” Killian complimented. He had spent a fortune to make the hairpin and had melted hundreds of valuable gold in the process.

I say, leaning against the counter as I watch her. She nods without looking at me. “It has to be perfect.” I glance over at Rose, who’s settling into a chair like she’s just here to watch the show. Finally, Harlow grabs a tiny bottle off the shelf and spins around, holding it up like it’s a sacred treasure. “This one!” she declares. I stare at it. “Hot pink glitter?” She beams. “It’s perfect for you!” Rose snorts behind me. “Oh yeah, that screams Rook.”

What fucking era was this again? Letting go of my collar, he brushed his fingers on my neck, making me shiver involuntarily, even though I tried to hide the reaction. And then he brought his fingers up to my face, making me narrow my eyes so I could look at what he was trying to show me. “Glitter?” I asked incredulously. “Unless you’re parading around with some woman in your arms…” he spoke through gritted teeth, “explain to me how glitter ended up on your neck!”

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

The pearls that were stitched on its surface seemed to wink at me. "There is no need to talk about it. Zedd already apologized and made up for it." I turned away from the mirror. "But I can't stop thanking you for your help that time." "Oh, please." Gloria rolled her eyes and applied maroon lipstick to her lips. She wore a mahogany off-shoulder and maxi long skirt overlaid with a black bustier.

She spoke smartly. "Well that I am!" He spoke rather smugly. Alizey jaw dropped at his words as she felt utterly annoyed. "No! You said and I quote -you'reeee beautifullll-" She slurred and copy him, trying to make him understand. "You already said that bruja!" He mumbled smugly. She closed her eyes in pure irritation not only at his annoying words but also at that endearment again.

Jacques is a genius. This gown is all about illusions. It gives an illusion of a neckline, golden detailed tattoos down the arm on such light fabric it's hard to see even when it's on me. The dress is detailed from head to toe with Swarovski crystal embellishments, especially on the bodice. They glitter like the rainbow whenever I move or the light hits me. The bodice is tight and the rest flows out. He used lilac purple and a rose gold to give it an umbrae effect. It's absolutely stunning.

she said. Goddess dress, that’s a name, and a very appropriate one. “It won’t get glitter on the dress at all?” She rolled her eyes with a slight grin, “It’s not glitter, it’s shimmer, and it won’t get anything on the dress so long as you rinse really well. It’s not going to make you look like a disco ball, it’s just going to add a little ‘oomph’ to your overall look.”

The hall of the Grand Jewelry Exhibition was a sea of light. Everywhere you looked, there was the sparkle of gold and the cold fire of diamonds. The walls were lined with velvet, and the air smelled like expensive flowers and the best perfume money could buy. Wealthy people moved through the room like slow, graceful sharks. They spoke in low voices, their eyes darting from one glass case to another, looking for the one piece of art that would make them look more powerful than their neighbors.