Quotes Glitter Novels & Stories

But now, being what basic she-wolves would call pretty, would come very in hand. The spell seemed to work exceptionally well. As Stine explained, glamour spells aren’t like Photoshop and we couldn’t exactly pick and choose how I would look in the end. It was more like those chocolate eggs filled with a surprise that pixies sell in the Spring Equinox. I loved them when I was pup, because you never knew what would come from it — from a toy, a crystal to a magic hiccuping frog. Anything could jump, sometimes literally, from it.

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

she tells me and pulls out a golden one. "How's this?" She asks and smirks when she sees the spark in my eyes. This particular one gives the vibes of something a queen will wear. The golden mesh material does not only have threads of gold woven into it, it also has pieces of gold attached to specific parts of the dress that give it such a divine glow. "What the hell?!" I panic. This one is more womanly and queen like with the gold, but the other dress has pink precious stones attached to it, and it just makes me think of a princess. Damn it. What the hell. I can not even choose between the two.

Jeanette named them all to me; Foundations, concealers, eyeshadow palettes, and primers and she told me I needed to memorize them. Jeanette stopped suddenly, her hand brushing against something she called a rose-gold compact. "Jenna, look at this shade!" she exclaimed. "This shimmering gold eyeshadow would enhance the sparkle in your eyes." I leaned closer to take a look, and a gasp escaped my lips. "Errr, I don’t know. I don’t think I want my eyes to sparkle." “You’re a queen, Jenna. Embrace it.” "Would you like to test that shade?" Madame Tilly asked, motioning toward a makeup counter with a collection of brushes. Jeanette immediately dragged me to the counter. The brush glided smoothly ov

"This, however, might amuse you during your confinement. You seem to enjoy challenges." Before she could respond, he tugged the lead again, guiding her toward a shop with a glittering display in its window. Inside, glass cases housed jewelry more exquisite than any Patrina had seen at the Collegiate Alliance. It had necklaces of silver and gemstone, rings set with stones that seemed to shift colors in the light, earrings that appeared to be made of solidified moonlight.

It felt odd seeing the jeweled tiara I was wearing sitting on the bathroom counter, surrounded by a tangle of hairpins. Troy kissed my shoulder as I pulled my shelves from the dress, his touch sending a ripple of desire through my body. "You're covered in glitter," he laughed against my skin as he ran his hand down over my exposed waist. "Gemma found a new lotion at the market in Mirage. It has glitter in it and smells like cotton candy. She insisted I wear it." "Mmm… that's why you smell like sugar." "You noticed?" "Earlier, in the sitting room when I...." He looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror, giving me a knowing smile.

It was silver. Liquid moonlight. Quicksilver. It shimmered with an impossible, metallic luminescence, casting tiny, dancing reflections onto the snow and the stunned faces surrounding her. It wasn’t just the colour; it seemed to hold a faint, ethereal light of its own, defying the gloom. Silence, absolute and profound, swallowed their taunts.

Her cheeks glittered gold and her hair shinning yellow, caught the sun, and glowed more. She was beautiful, which made me even more annoyed. She was a Gem. Gems were beings who were outragiously good-looking and could get men to fall at their feet with a toss of their tressels. Her kind didn't ride the bus. Yet, here she was, flaunting her 'assets'. "Can't see it," I lied. One quick sweep of the floor gave me away. "It’s right there." She pointed at it. "Oh. There. Didn't see it." I ignored her.

Bella didn’t seem to notice—or, more likely, she simply didn’t care. “Alright,” she continued, setting her coffee mug on the desk. “Let’s get this day started! I’ve got a pop quiz on—just kidding!” She laughed, and a few students chuckled nervously. Zane shot Alana a quick look. This was it. Alana subtly slid her hand under the desk, retrieving the small, carefully prepared bag of glitter. It wasn’t just any glitter—it was the ultra-fine, industrial-strength sparkle that would cling to skin, clothes, and hair for days. She had spent hours perfecting the trap, rigging it under Ms. Bella’s chair so that it would explode the moment she sat down.

I glanced up, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The dress he held out was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. It was a sparkly gold masterpiece that seemed to radiate its own light. The fabric glimmered under the room's soft illumination, cascading in a waterfall of golden sequins. With every subtle shift, the sequins caught the light, creating the illusion of liquid gold flowing over the surface.