Wrap Me In Plastic And Make Me Shine Mga Nobela at Kwento

The plastic was cool and light in my palm. This was the real me. Not the beautiful daughter, not the prized mafia princess, not Luca’s beloved sister. This. A girl in a too-big bathroom, shaking, holding a secret that would horrify everyone who claimed to love her. They saw a delicate vase. They didn’t see the cracks underneath. I rolled up the sleeve of my silk blouse, exposing the inside of my left forearm. The skin there was pale, unmarked. A clean canvas. The relief was already whispering to me, a dark promise. Just one. Just a small one. To make the buzzing stop. To make it all feel real.

Macy pov I'm buying plastic to freak out the fucker following me and it has been fun watching him squirm. Ava has sent her dogs after me and it pissed me off highly. I sigh as I place twenty huge rolls of plastic in my cart with zip ties. I buy food and check out. "Wow, the clerk grins, this is a ton of plastic ",I smirk as I talk loud for the man to hear.

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

I roared, my fire erupting in a jagged, messy blast. But the blast didn't hit the Idol. It hit the mirrors. Millions of versions of my fire were reflected back at me, but they were no longer mine. They were Beautified. The smoke was turned into glitter; the heat was turned into a pleasant warmth. My anger was being "Marketed" back to me as "Passion".

“And I have a way to keep you around.” My eyes narrow. “How so?” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic packet. He places it on the surface of the desk. Pills. Three little golden ones to match the roots of his hair. I shy away. “I’m not taking any more pills,” I tell him securely. No way. “You see, these can remove the worst effects of any pill Alden’s little slaves give you. There’s no way with one of these in your system that you would be hurt, or killed by them,” he explains to me, drawing the plastic around temptingly across the desk with his fingers.

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

How can I be thinking such? I guess Wut was right, I needed to get laid. Not having sex for a week was making me go crazy. “Put a fucking shirt on, Wut.” I said as I oiled my hair. “You think I'm here to seduce you?.” Wut asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. “I can't believe you would be up so early for your job.” he said amidst the silence. “I have too unless I'm ready to lose it and spend another three freaking months getting another one.”

"I'm wet from the shower; make me cum." I spray roses on the bed and change the lighting to gold. I play soft music on the music player, but the lyrics are just too dirty and unholy. For my outfit, I don't wear any bra or panties. I check the bag for an NSFW sticker of a busty naked lady being railed by an orc; I paste it on my nipple and stare at myself in the mirror.

" He snapped making Kim flinch back slightly. She was taken aback by his rude tone, she wondered how someone that handsome could be so rude, he also seemed really dangerous despite his all white appearance but none of that mattered to her, she was there to do her job and find her way out not chit-chat with some mysterious stranger. She didn't have to strip tease since she already removed almost every piece of clothing on her body while on stage except for the bikini panty and bra that managed to cover up her nudity a bit. She inhaled deeply getting ready for her show. She had only one option and that was to close her eyes imagining a music playing in her head and began moving swiftly. Her ha

I can do that,” I said, giving her a confident smile. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stretched out my hands so I could feel the breeze wrapping around every ounce of my body including my fingertips. I imagined the warmth of light hitting my features and forming around me like a cocoon of power and radiance. I imagined the streetlights shining down on me and hitting me with their glorious light. The light covers me and the shells around me, only to glow brighter and become more powerful. The light detaches from the streetlamps and becomes one with my body. Though my eyes were closed, I imagined myself glowing and becoming one with that light. I felt my mother taking a step away; I