Quotes Glitter Novelas e Histórias

| Hollis | As the two friends (who were quickly becoming lovers) continued to stare into one another’s soul, Hollis bit her lip with a barely audible sigh. She could easily count almost every gold speck glimmering in Whitney’s cinnamon colored eyes. She would’ve mistaken them for hazel, if it weren’t for their usual pure honey shade. Hollis threaded her finger’s through the brunette’s silky curly black hair, feeling a mixture of euphoria and terror surge through her veins. She’d just admitted everything aloud, and had no idea how the other girl felt about it. The suspense was maddening.

Nina’s hair was now metallic copper-orange and worn down in voluminous waves. Huge silver sparkles covered her eyelids and refracted light from behind long, dense black lashes. Her lips were painted matte neon orange. Her cheekbones, cleavage, stomach, thighs and wrists shimmered with iridescent body glitter. Kayden was drawn to her like a moth to flame. “Wow,” he said breathily, coming close and lightly fingering the body chains that draped over and between her breasts.

I felt for her, she'd been working hard to make this place look elegant yet have a bit of a dramatic flare to it—the perfect combination of both her and Zayed. He held the heart away from his chest, glitter coating his white silk shirt in shimmering reds and pinks. He tried brushing it off with a few quick flicks of his hand but only ended up spreading it around and making the glitter stain worse, practically making him look like he'd been shot by some kind of glitter gun. Melanie snorted loudly, putting her hands over her mouth in order to stop herself from bursting out laughing. I can't imagine how expensive that shirt was…

We ate at an expensive restaurant. That place is obviously wealthy because of the glittering gold designs inside such as flower vases, lampshades, the color of the floor, and the chairs and tables. All the things that can be seen there have a part where there is glittering gold. In short, the hyped ambiance of the place is for the rich and big people.

You could even say there was something special about an old book As I walked by dragging my fingers across the old books... The texture felt fine and cool underneath my fingers Then suddenly... From the corner of my eye... I thought I saw some golden glitter, I turned around but didn't see anything I turned back confused but decided to move on... That's when I saw it The golden glitter wave above my head moving in a direction I instinctively picked up my phone to record the whole thing as proof to show to my friends I was contemplating if I should follow, I didn't want to worry Mr Jonathan about this, so I followed the trail of glitter before it disappeared

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

Dubai glittered below like a spilled jewelry box. He spun me, slammed my front to the glass. My nipples flattened against the cold glass, my breath fogged it in frantic puffs. “Look at them,” he growled, yanking my panties down to my knees. The plug’s jeweled base glittered in the city lights. “Every fucker down there will see you break.” He twisted the plug, slow, savoring my scream. Then he pulled it out inch by inch, the sudden emptiness making me sob. Two fingers plunged into my pussy, curling, scissoring. “Soaked. You loved their money, didn’t you?”

THREE YEARS LATER The ballroom glittered like a jewel box under a thousand chandeliers, each surface polished to an impossible gloss. Music drifted like silk through the air, and laughter blended with the clink of champagne flutes. But underlying the gilded surface was tension — the kind only the powerful disguised.

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

Elaborate embroidery wove intricate patterns into the fabric, and delicate pearls scattered across its surface. Her heart raced as she turned her attention to the next box, slightly smaller but equally alluring. Lifting its lid revealed a pair of glistening silver stilettos, each heel reflecting the soft light of the room, promising elegance with every step. The final box, petite and understated in comparison, held a treasure that took her breath away: a pair of exquisite diamond earrings, their facets catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the walls.