Veneer Pfp Novels & Stories

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

She only moved forward, forcing herself not to glance at the murmuring crowd. The body lay near a fallen log, half-hidden in brush. Male, thirties, maybe forties. His clothing—flannel, heavy boots—suggested a hunter or someone who worked the land. But what drew Evelyn’s gaze was not his identity, but his state. Bones jutted from the skin at impossible angles, as though he’d been twisted by giant hands. His ribcage had caved inward, snapped like brittle twigs. Blood had soaked the ground beneath him, though much of it had already darkened to brown.

Instead, I am sitting in a porcelain tub with no one across from me, in a house that isn't my own, wholly deprived of his touch. The voids have made themselves at home. I spend the next hour dawdling in the bathroom, spending any extra time pampering myself. Sitting on a teak-wood chair next to the sink, I switch back and forth between legs to finish painting my toenails a simple ivory color, the light brown pigment bringing out the undertones of my skin. I do the same with my fingers. Careful not to ruin the polish, I prance lightly

The Forest of Divination, Faerie Fawn I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. I felt sexy as hell and secretly wondered what Fallon would think. Geez... I need to stop with that already. A pale pink suede crop top was paired with soft, low-rise, pale pink suede pants that laced up. The softest white suede boots with pink fringe encased my feet. My aunties would have had a fit. I’m surprised they let Freya leave it for me.