Wrap Me In Plastic And Make Me Shine Novels & Stories

Dust motes dance in the shaft of light from the window, swirling like tiny galaxies. I take the tests out of the bag. I need to wrap them. I need to seal them so the smell of the chemicals doesn't leak out. So the secret stays contained. I run to the kitchen drawer. I find a roll of aluminum foil. I tear off a sheet. Rrrrip. I wrap the first stick. Tight. Multiple layers. I wrap the second. The third. They look like silver ingots. They look like contraband. I shove them deep into the vent. I push them back as far as my arm can reach, until my fingers brush against a blockage of dust bunnies.

Lana was painting my toes while I lay flat on my stomach, scrolling through P*******t and pretending I wasn’t dying inside. “Okay, but this shade?” Lana said, holding up a tiny bottle of hot pink polish. “It screams ‘bad bitch in recovery.’” I laughed. “Perfect. That’s exactly the lie I want to tell the world.” She snorted, finishing the last toe. “There. You’re officially healed.” I rolled over with a sigh, the ceiling spinning slightly from all the sugar I’d just inhaled. “If only heartbreak could be fixed with glitter and mint chocolate chip.”

As my gaze lingered on my reflection in the large, ornate mirror, I was greeted by the sharp contrast of my piercing green eyes against the dark backdrop of my hair—a striking image, but one that masked the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. My hands moved on autopilot, applying foundation to smooth out my complexion, layering on mascara to accentuate my lashes, and finishing with a glossy swipe of cherry red lip gloss. Makeup had always been my shield, a mask I had perfected over the years, but today, it felt suffocating, almost like a disguise I was forced to wear. I slipped into the fitted white dress, the soft fabric hugging my curves and providing a sense of elegance. As I twirled aro

“You’re going back to your old man, and you’re going to think. Long and hard.” He straightened. “After reflecting, maybe you’ll prefer to negotiate. Maybe you’ll see how… practical it would be. Or maybe your father will change his mind and pay.” Then he leaned close again; his breath was a wire of cold against my cheek. “We won’t interrupt your reflection time with bathroom breaks. But don’t worry… I happen to enjoy golden showers.” Another voice—drier, more authoritative—cut through the air. “Take her. Now.” They grabbed my shoulders again, this time without care. In a hurry. The hood dropped back over my head, sealing the world into a tunnel of black fabric. The straps were undone, leaving

But if she learns my reason at the right time, she’ll understand. Just maybe. Snapping out of my thoughts, I throw on my blonde wig to hide my dark locks. My red gloss stands out starkly against my pale skin but complements it at the same time. In a skin-tight rhinestone-covered black mesh bodysuit, the kind that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The plunging neckline dips between my breasts, barely held together by a silver O-ring. Thin, glittering straps crisscross over my back and hips to frame my curves like a present waiting to be unwrapped. My long legs are caged in fishnet stockings, clipped to a garter belt that sits provocatively on my waist.

I was totally confuse on what I want Suddenly he hugged me and kissed me on my forehead “I will make you shine again. Trust me” One thing is for sure. Someone understands me now and I don’t feel alone anymore

Marcus looked just as interested in how she was planning on finishing her sentence as I was, and his face showed nothing to the word friend. "Come on, let's get this show on the road." I announced cutting an escape to the weird athmopsphere that now clung around Marcus and Sage. They both nodded and Sage muttered a spell cloaking us as invisable she handed us both a spray and I put it on like perfume knowing it well as a scent surpresser, no one could see us or scent us now.

~Shelby's POV~ The bass thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat as I gripped the pole, my thigh-high boots clicking against the stage in the dim glow of the VIP room. Sweat glistened on my skin under the glittering bodysuit that hugged every curve... tiny silver sequins catching the neon lights, barely containing my tits or the swell of my ass. The mask covered half my face, a sleek black thing with feathered edges that turned me into a phantom seductress, hiding the girl who moonlighted here to pay the bills. I didn't know who the client was yet, just that he'd dropped big money for privacy, and my boss had shoved me toward the door with a wink.

-These clothes are you size, but I would suggest putting the plastic clothing on over them don't forget to wash your hands. I raised and eyebrow at the message but then pulled the clothes out of the locker. It was just a regular black T-shirt with white shorts, and black sneakers with blue neon laces. I looked over the clothes and nodded, thinking they weren't that bad. Then I did as the note suggested and put on the black plastic jumper over everything. Surprisingly there was a hair tie, so I put my hair up. Then I went to the sink and started washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror to check and see how ridiculous I look, when I saw a note written on the glass.

I forgot that I don’t use such things here. Anyways, what should I do?! I shut my eyes, should I just return this? I glanced at the pouch with money in front of me, it’s full of gold coins! I want to cry! It's shining, shimmering, splendid! How could I return this? Should I just sleep again? Please someone wake me when the male lead and the female lead live happily ever after! I was thinking of what I should do with this when I saw someone familiar to me enter the mansion.