Wrap Me In Plastic And Make Me Shine Novels & Stories

Damn it. She had a point. “Fine,” I acquiesced. “I will follow the blinking guidelines, never straying from the path.” Can I bite someone yet? Trinity whispered. She was bored out of her mind, stuck inside mine. Just say the word, and I will bite somebody. No questions asked. Let’s just get this over with, but I’m not ruling it out. Bianca glamoured me with a spell subtle enough to pass inspection, no sparkle, just smoother skin, clearer eyes, and cheekbones you could slice bread with. I was actually impressed, it was like instant make-up. Like a filter that stayed on your face, even off screen.

“Mum?” “Stay back,” I say gently, holding out a trembling hand. The glow brightens, flickering like sunlight through water. My heart races. “It’s okay, baby. I just need…” The light bursts outward. It’s not violent… it’s beautiful. A slow wave of shimmering silver and gold sweeps across the kitchen, wrapping around the furniture like mist. The pancakes lift slightly from the pan, hovering for a heartbeat before settling again. Dust looks like it turns to glitter in the air.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

“You pretend to belong. That’s the deal, right? Fake it till you make it.” I groan. “You make it sound easy.” “Because it is. Walk in there with Adrian, head high, pretend you own three yachts. Smile at cameras like you have nothing to hide. Piece of cake.” “Piece of humiliation cake,” I correct. By Saturday night, I’m zipped into a navy gown borrowed from the Harrington wardrobe team—fabric that shimmers like starlight under our apartment’s weak bulb. Even Maya is speechless for a full ten seconds before whispering, “You look like you were born to ruin billionaires.”

“There has to be a first time for everything. Come on bella dea, you have to get your mouth used to it. I know you’ll love it.” She still looked uncertain. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “Yes.” She was surprised at how fast the words left her mouth before she could even think about it.” He pulled down his trousers and his boxers and shoved them to the side exposing his beautiful body. He had chiseled abs, his caramel skin was shining under the fluorescent lights. Her eyes traveled down to his big cock that was erect from his arousal. She moved closer to it without thinking and wrapped her hand around it. He inhaled a sharp breath and grunted. “That’s right baby. Don’t be scared of it, it’s you

I feel the weight of every pair of eyes slowly turning toward me, the energy shifting as they start to watch. My fingers slide along the edges of my corset, teasing the laces as I move my hips in time with the beat. I lean against the pole, letting it support me as I spin, feeling the cool metal slide against my skin, anchoring me in this moment. The wig, the mask—it’s like a shield, making me bold, allowing me to move without hesitation. I let my body speak, moving in ways I never would outside this club.

The pounding music, the laughter, the neon lights—my extravagant birthday bash awaited, and I couldn't let anyone see the vulnerability I had just hidden away. With one last glance in the mirror, I forced a smile, plastering on the confident facade that had become my second skin. Then, I turned the bathroom doorknob and stepped out into the swirling, neon-lit mess of my own creation. The sensory assault hit me in full force. The neon rave extravaganza was in full swing, and my friends had fully embraced the theme. Everywhere I looked, there were people dressed in vibrant neon colors, glowing accessories, and luminescent face paint.

I failed to realize that promises were only ever true in the moment they were spoken. He kept promising, again and again, showering me with kisses. I had to ignore the bright notification that flashed on his phone screen under his pillow. Camila.

I want to lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me Everyone's attention were brought to us. Yhannie was freaking out probably because some of these jealous girls think it was for her, or maybe she's just freaking out because this is fucking crazier than what that Lance did. It's either of the two. And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky, I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty. That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of

“F*ck it, I'm not going,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror as I took in my frizzy hair, new zit on my forehead and the two new stains that mysteriously appeared on the shirt I was going to wear today. Lie to me by Tate McRae was playing in the background and my head was bopping to the music.