Novel & Cerita Undertale Glamour

“Oh, don’t deceive me, even you know how rebellious I can be.” “Then change.” Temilorun shrugged and smiled. “I haven’t found the pulley yet. Gwen’s gonna remain this bad-ass girl for as long as she knows.” She closed her eyes, saying the words with much pride and satisfaction. Temilorun didn’t think twice before giving her a slap at the back of her head. “Ouh!” Gwenevere exclaimed and staggered on the road. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be here to give you slaps like that when you pride in your flaws.”

Inside was a robe of the deepest black, laced with embroidered moons and stars that shimmered when touched. A note tucked inside read: “For the ceremony… if it happens.” Kael stared at the fabric. It looked like the night sky. It felt like a countdown. --- And in another wing of the castle, Amora stood before her vanity, eyes fixed on her reflection. She wore her best smile—the one she'd rehearsed for years. Soon, she would use it like a weapon. And no one, not even Alaric or her brother, Aaron, would be ready for the storm she planned to bring.

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

“There are two ways this ends. One: you give me what I want. Two: I beat you half to death and then I take it from your unconscious body.” I spat blood at his feet. “You forgot the third.” He raised an eyebrow. “Which is?” I whispered a spell. The glamour shattered. The pendant appeared in my hand, blazing with hidden power. Dazir’s eyes widened. “What’s that—” “Atra Vurien,” I said coldly. “Atra Vurien? What’s that supposed to mean?” Light exploded from the pendant. Dazir’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the magnitude of the power. He vanished just in time to escape the blast but his companion wasn’t so lucky.

she chimes in. I sigh, smoothing my hands over the gown they forced me into. It's a midnight blue, the fabric shimmering like stardust. The neckline dips just enough to be bold, and the flowing skirt moves like water when I walk. The silver embroidery along the edges resembles moon phases, and I have to admit-it's beautiful. "You look stunning, Talia," Luna adds, adjusting the silver chains woven into my hair. "It's just a festival." I exhale while funnily squeezing my face, still looking at my reflection in the mirror.

His name, Shadowless Hadrian, was shown on his head. Shadowless Hadrian's body emitted a faint glow and there was a huge bright circle under him. The circle looked like the back of a tarot card. It had a huge star and it was glowing too. It was Raeleigh's first encounter with games and she was observing every little detail on it. At that moment, Scarlette said coldly in the game, "Shall we continue to fight monsters today?"

"It’s art." Zeke turned around, his gaze piercing. "I have an offer for you." Xielle had to tilt her head back just to meet his eyes; she barely reached his chin, making her feel small yet strangely protected by his shadow. "I want you to terminate your contract with Beauty Glam," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he looked down at her. "I’ll double the offer. Be my local endorser for Z Luxury." Xielle’s eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

Each one was encrusted with rare stones and embroidered with the sigils of ancient packs. My eyes drifted to a glass cabinet at the far end of the hall. "Are those for sale?" I asked, pointing to a gown in the center. It had an embroidered bodice that flowed into a skirt dotted with tiny, hand-stitched tulips. It didn't look like a weapon of war; it looked like a dream of peace. Mr. Jarvis let out a meaningful hum. "That, my dear, is the Tulip of the Tundra. It’s been waiting for a wolf with a soul like yours."

'Or maybe I'm just teasing to see you squirm. 'Yea, you're back to teasing me again,' Aurelia grumbled, but a smile tugged at her lips. She parted the tissue, and her breath caught. Nestled inside was a stunning red sleeveless dress, the bodice encrusted with glittering stones that trailed down the skirt like a cascade of rubies. The fabric looked luxurious, designed to cling and tease, low-cut to showcase cleavage, fitted through the waist, flaring slightly at the hips for movement. It screamed seduction, the kind that turned heads and ignited fantasies.

That’s when I smiled. I didn’t need to touch him. I just needed the appearance of closeness. I loosened my robe slightly and lay beside him on the bed, careful not to wake him. His scent surrounded me , warm cedar and musk it made my heart ache with something between envy and obsession. Reaching into my pocket, I took out a small vial of shimmering dust — a glamour charm one of my mother’s witches had given me. A few drops on my skin, and it would leave faint traces of scent and aura that matched physical contact. Enough to convince anyone who saw us in the morning.