Novel & Cerita Razzle X Dazzle

Inside was an intricate rose gold necklace. “It’s very beautiful. Thank you,” I said, admiring it. The light hit it in a unique way. It was like the light reflected off each pore of it. It felt like there was an undercurrent passing through it, but I was probably just imagining it. “How did you get your hands on a Delzet?” Bellamy asked his father curiously. “What’s a Delzet?” I asked, looking at the necklace carefully. There was no denying its beauty, but Bellamy’s curiosity gave me pause. I looked up at Bellamy whose eyes were fixed on the necklace.

He was in a better place. " So I know you're all anxious to see our new fabrics, so I won't keep you waiting and as usual they're all for sale, so for our first collection, we're calling it Zee's Bliss" Brandon said as a song started playing in the ground. It was the Collabo Chris Brown had with a Nigerian artist, Davido. They called it Blow my mind. The song continued playing as a writing of Zee's Bliss was displayed in the dim light and a model walked out from the back in our new fabric. The Fabric looked simple, but complicated in a way. This fabric was in three different colours Dark Pink + Dim Purple + Royal Blue

The dress was so beautiful, accentuating my curves nicely. I don't know how to do makeup, I want to learn so badly, but I suck. I tried watching tons of YouTube videos, but it didn't work. I guess I'll just be a no-makeup girl. I applied my lipgloss and stared at myself for a while. For the final touch, I'll tie my hair into a cute ponytail. I grabbed a rubber band from the drawer and packed my hair up neatly. “Elena.” “Fuck, you scared me,” I said in a startled tone. I didn't even hear him come in. The way he mentions my name is so…I don't know how to explain it.

that's a whole different story. Behind Chase, as he approached, was Zora, pushing a wheelchair with an air of exaggerated elegance. Her face was a masterpiece of artificial enhancement: thick layers of foundation, blush, and powder created a mask-like effect, while her bright red lipstick seemed to gleam with an almost malevolent intensity. Her eyelids sparkled with a heavy coating of blue eyeshadow, and her lashes were so heavily mascaraed they looked like tiny, black feathers.

she flexed her tiny muscles while Rina shook her head. "Okay, I see," Rina replied rhetorically with amusement. "So, what's up?" Nadazhda asked, twirling her body on Zaccheus's shirt. His shirt was comfortable for her, and she could be snuggled into it and lose herself in his scent. "Nothing is up, and it's the ceiling that's up," Rina rolled her eyes as she fluttered some little glitters on Nadazhda. "What's that?" she asked while trying to catch some of the glitters.

“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.

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

I chuckled and looked at the dress, my fingers touching the thin fabric as I ran my eyes through the clothing. It is an ivory brush train satin with spilt, a sweetheart, neckline sleeveless sweep. I couldn’t take my eyes off this beautiful work of art, but I did when Hazel opened the second box. She gasped as she brought out the heels paired with it. “Are you going out with Elon fucking Nusk? because these are hella expensive.” She says, carrying the pair of heels like they were diamonds. I took the pair from her and admired what I saw. These were so freaking beautiful, black velvet mules with crystal strap heels. I couldn’t stop staring at them. I admired every little detail of the heels. T

During the chaos. Layla's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, her presence a constant reminder that nothing less than perfection would be accepted. "I have to do anything to make my company boom... Hazel can never outshine me again." Layla's voice was laced with a ruthless determination, her eyes gleaming with a fierce competitive spirit. Her smirk was a thin, calculated smile, a testament to her unwavering resolve to crush her rival and reign supreme in the fashion world.

In fact she was not even resisting at all. Raziel then reached for her dress, wanting to take it off. But he didn't seem to have the patience to do that, so he tore it in the chest area, revealing her breasts. "Raziel!" She tried to stop him, but her voice betrayed her. She sounded so breathy as she called his name. It even served to fuel the lust in his eyes. "How exactly do I fix you when you are..." She trailed off when he took one of her peaks, rolling them between his fingers. "...like this?." She managed to complete her question, even though it came out as a moan.