Wrap Me In Plastic And Make Me Shine Novels & Stories

I drop my bag on the concrete attached to the sin, unzipped and searched for my lip gloss. Once my fingers got a hold of it, I took it out and pouted. Just feeling the lipgloss on my lips gets me in cloud line. Look at that lip shine!! I heard a flush. Of course I'm not concerned. It would be weird for someone not to use the toilets in a loo. I covered my gloss and winked at myself in the mirror till I saw a reflection that made me freeze.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

I spray heat protectant, curl it lightly until it frames my face with soft, bouncing waves. For a moment, I stare. I look… beautiful. Fragile. Like a girl trying to hold herself together with glitter and patience. I dust shimmer across my shoulders and collarbones, spraying perfume at the same spot. And right as the scent settles, my dressing room door slams open.

I shudder under it, but as it reaches my feet, I instantly feel warm again. “Now you are unrecognizable to all of those who would hurt you.” She says, sighing. “It will last a week, and then you’ll have to be out.” She hands me a small parchment piece with words on it. “Say these if you are out before the week is up and you need to shed the disguise.”

I sat all my things down and walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. I took a small drink and let the coolness of the water slowly trickle down my throat. I took a few deep breaths and walked to stand in front of my mirror. I looked at myself and took another deep breath, telling myself that everything would be okay. Once I was composed, I changed into my glitzy bodysuit that had rhinestones all along the nude colored fabric. I put on my glittered elevated pole shoes and touched up my lipstick. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I added a few more sparkly accessories to complete my dazzling ensemble.

A young woman ran forward and made a shape in front of her and I could see my reflection. A shimmer gleamed on my coat, like a dew settling on my fur. I tried shaking it off, but it stayed there. I was glistening in the sun, rather than glowing or shining. “It was the one thing I thought would be the least distracting and take the least energy.” Madison told me. I shifted back and dressed again. The glistening dew was gone. “Can you do it for everyone?” I asked. “No. That would take way too much energy and I wouldn’t be able to fight.”

"Mission failed. You are scheduled for erasure. Would you like to restart the mission—to keep trying to save him?" I shook my head. "Erase me." "Understood. Erasure program activated. You have 72 hours left." … I closed my eyes. The silence around me was almost deafening. But soon, as if driven by some strange impulse, I opened Rose Wells' livestream.

Over the music, she heard someone shout her name. Dressed in a skimpy bodysuit so sparkly, that her eyes were almost blinded, Isabel strutted over. To the patrons, she was known as Shine and lived up to her nickname by always wearing something that was glittery. Dollar bills were sticking out from the various cutouts of her outfit. The bills sticking out of her outfit served as a form of advertisement to potential customers letting them know that Isabel was good at what she did. The ever changing strobe lights cast ethereal glow on her golden brown skin.

“I said do not pretend to be stupid. All you girls are alike, with your fake smiles and your stupid words. Nobody wants a women who is made out of wax.” “Oh,” is all I manage to say. He is right again. Something that keeps happening tonight. I wonder if Ida thinks of me as wax. If she thinks I have nothing of substance to offer. I pray she does not. For if I am wax she is slowly melting me down, and I fear under her touch I may become nothing at all.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry." I was confused and furious but drawn to his body like I was the bee and he was the honey. His lips grazed my ear and I shivered. "You really need to calm down," he whispered. "You're glowing for crap's sake." So that was why he wrapped me in his suit coat. "Damn." I took a deep breath and glanced down. He was right. My body was coated in a red shimmer. The power of the Seal. I took another deep breath.