Quotes Glitter Novels & Stories

This has to be karma. *** The bed room glittered brightly. Trays of diamond jewelry were laid out across velvet-lined tables—necklaces thick enough to buy a small war, earrings sharp with cut and clarity, rings that caught the light and refused to let it go. Levi stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching me with that infuriatingly pleased look on his face. This was blatant. Transparent. A direct counterattack to his aunt's "fairy tears." Kyle hovered beside me, eyes wide, visibly overwhelmed but trying very hard not to look impressed.

It’s like they become silent competitors, intent on making their money and status in the society speak for themselves. The object causing all this chaos is the ancient scarab beetle pendant displayed beneath the spotlight at the center of the stage. It is undeniably beautiful, crafted from gold and adorned with emeralds that seem to glow beneath the ballroom lights. Earlier in the evening, several wealthy husbands had entered the bidding, eager to win the piece for their wives.

“Then Emma, sweet quiet Emma, decides to sculpt her soul in clay. That’s what she titled it. Just ‘My Soul.’ It’s this weird twisted spiral that honestly looks like a cursed cinnamon roll.” “Oh no,” I chuckle, covering my mouth. “Please tell me she didn’t put glitter on it.” “She did. Gold glitter. So much glitter, Hazel. It’s still in the floor cracks.” We both dissolve into laughter, the kind that draws a glance from the barista behind the counter but not in a rude way, more like the warmth of the room just grew stronger.

"Luna Gloria, I'm going to the third floor too." Gloria seethed internally, her cedar pheromones turbulent. She had reluctantly funded Sabrina's mating jewelry. As the pack's Luna, she could contribute, but now she was expected to bear the full cost. Unconsciously stroking the silver chain on her wrist, her knuckles cracked faintly—a sign of imminent partial shifting. She had never wished to visit the Golden Jewelry Store. Prices were exorbitant, and she'd planned to purchase from an ordinary store. But Rosemary insisted Sabrina couldn't join the Glenveil Pack looking shabby.

He was obviously glittering like a gold He enter a jewelry's shop, he look around looking for a beautiful wrist watch that can be presentable by a young rich guy like him "Are you looking for something that match with your cloth?" The shop keeper asked "Not actually, I am looking for a watch that look so special, I am want to get something special for someone special" Alex told the shop keeper "Just wait let me bring such beautiful watches out for you so that you can choose" the shop keeper said as open a place in the and bring out many beautiful watches for Alex to select from it. "You can choose from among these ones" he said Alex quickly sighted a golden one among them which glitter so mu

It’s exquisitely ethereal. The Glitter Hole hosts a lot of themed nights, and they’re great for business. The Diamond Party happens once a year and is themed white diamond. The dress code is simple: white and bling. Looking around, everyone is either in white or some skimpy diamond number. I’ve gone for a mix of both. A simple chic one-button white blazer, with no undershirt. Nothing but a stunning diamanté underwire with a diamond chain dripping down to a diamond heart, emphasizing my impressive cleavage. My hair hangs down my back in thick two-strand plaits, like a more rustic fishtail braid, decorated with diamond hair jewels. The black leather pants with a zipper in the back instead of t

Katniss teased with a smirk. “This is a Puccini Bracelet made with real gold. The jewels are real too. It’s a highly expensive jewelry. Your friends would forever be jealous.” Katniss explained smugly and winked as the lady marveled at the piece of jewelry. Clara then picked it up and examined it keenly with a beaming smile. “So?...” Katniss said and leaned against the countertop with a sly smile and Clara paused her marvels and looked at her then Katniss flashed her brows at her.

Very still. I look up, and I can see a clearness in those azure eyes I’d never noticed before – an openness and an earnestness at odds with Alastaire’s usually cool, flippant, devil-may-care demeanor. He’s staring. Watching me. Intently. “What?” I say. “Have I got something on my face? Apart from glitter I mean. That was Jamie’s idea, she did my makeup tonight, and she just loooves the stuff, although you’re not really in a position to judge, everyone’s seen that pic on your i*******m where they painted you head to toe on gold glitter for some charity event, being a super famous celebrity must be hard, especially when you get glitter in your buttcrack to help Cure Lymphodemia by 2018, it’s s

Sam's POV A glittering fight under chandeliers, the yearly Sterling Industries gathering wore elegance like armor. Under huge chandeliers, the ballroom glowed, spilling gold onto marble, silken tables, people drifting as if born to rule. Necklines sparkled, wrists glittered. A sharp laugh cut through now and then. From the press pens, shutters snapped without pause - always watching, always waiting.

She said, and I admired the jewellery, took it out, and wore it on my wrist. The metal was beautiful; seeing it in the sunlight, I knew it wasn't silver. The metal was truly mesmerising. It gleamed in the sunlight, emanating an ethereal radiance that instantly captivated me. Its surface sparkled with an otherworldly brilliance, the kind only precious metals possess. The sunlight danced upon it, creating a dazzling spectacle of glimmers and reflections.