Razzle X Dazzle Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask stepping out of the fitting room. Zara’s jaw drops dramatically. “Holy hell, Leina. If Damien doesn’t pass out seeing you in that, he’s not human.” I look down at myself, cheeks warming. The silk is the softest blush-pink I’ve ever seen, trimmed with delicate lace. It hugs me in all the right places and leaves very little to the imagination. Natalie claps her hands, eyes sparkling. “That’s the one. That’s the energy you need to have him begging, confident, unstoppable. It'll be our secret weapon.”

His raven locks were tousled messily on his forehead a little damp making him look hot and sexier. Eyes ..oh my Christ eyes ! They are dark brown exactly like Mic. "RAZE MARRY ME " "RAZE JUST A FRENCH KISS" Fucking fuck ! My blood reached its least boiling point at their desperation and I growled visibly. "He is whom I am thinking who he might be right?", I spoke breathlessly watching him walking towards the ring. "May be ", Alex winked. My total gang gasped and their eyes popped out of their sockets seeing the wilderness for Raze.

Just like the music had been turned down two clicks. Rhea whistled low. “Domestic,” she said. “You’re officially domestic.” “Shut up and go drink overpriced coffee,” I said, grabbing my office keys from the bowl. “I have to go pretend to be an adult who understands Montreux numbers.” Hazel was already wearing her sunglasses. “We’ll send pictures if we see anything relevant,” she said. “Like a billboard of you as ‘Designer of the Year’ or Sebastian tripping over a sidewalk.”

Hundreds, thousands of them. Massive, extravagant arrangements of the rarest, deepest crimson roses the exact, aggressive shade of the power suit Zara was currently wearing. Within sixty seconds, the minimalist corporate lobby was transformed into a suffocatingly beautiful, overwhelmingly fragrant sea of red. The scent of roses was so thick and intoxicating it made Zara's head spin. The entire Vance Design staff had stopped working, coming out of their offices to stare in absolute shock at the sheer, ridiculous billionaire flex unfolding in front of them.

“But I won’t move without your consent. These are your wounds too, Roxanne. I don’t want to dig into them unless you want this fight.” Roxanne’s lips curled into a small, dangerous smile. “I want more than a fight, Ciel. I want them to feel cornered. To dance for their freedom before we strip them of it again.” “Then let’s give them a show,” he said, taking her hand. They began that very week. The city buzzed with news of Roxanne and Ciel’s joint fashion-tech collaboration, a partnership between Bellamy Couture and Curl’s new smartwear division.

I said with a trembling voice. All women dream of wearing a putting-white and beautiful wedding dress, but sometimes it is overlooked because the person who caused them to wear it then will also bring blackness to their lives. But the design of Jamie's clothes today is not just one color, they use more than three colors and the result is very beautiful. "Here," Raziel handed me the tissue, "why are you crying, are you jealous?" he joked while helping me fix my appearance, it's a good thing my makeup is waterproof.

This is the perfect dress. The dress's top is adorned with intricate crystal embroidery, which glistens and sparkles, exuding elegance. The dress features a daring V-shaped split down the middle, drawing attention to my cleavage and making it a bold fashion statement, knowing it would immediately catch Dominic's eye and drive him crazy. The crystals cascade down the dress, creating a mesmerizing effect. The material becomes semi-sheer, allowing a subtle yet enticing glimpse of the skin beneath my arms, and these crystals continue to sparkle even in the low lights.

Cassidy also helped in wearing the accessories on Ria. “How do I look?” Ria swirled around for her team to see her. The dress was a shocking deep blue and strapless gown with a form of fitting bodice and it flowed out in stunning billowy waves of fabric to the floor. Her hair was styled elegantly into a bun sitting at the top of her head and tendrils wisps around her face. Her makeup has been flawlessly applied too by a professional make up artist hired by Ian Bryant from Ziggy’s agency.

followed by another loud toot. “What is this about?” Quinn hissed, looking at Sven and I in panic as we made our way towards the central space. “I don’t know, everything’s got better hasn’t it?” Dee whispered. “No more evil notes for me at least,” Quinn whispered, narrowing her eyes my way. "So hopefully I'll be okay." Just me getting them then. We formed two straight lines without asking. Raze was stripped to the waist, sweat glistening. He had shaved his head. His baldness gleamed off the flickering striplight as we assembled.

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.