Pretty Things Novelas e Histórias

"Capitalism at its finest. Slap a fancy name on something basic, double the price, and convince people they're buying luxury." Penelope pretended to wave a candle like it was a trophy. "Congratulations, you now own Ethereal Serenity. Smells like…lemon Pledge." We burst out laughing, drawing a few side-eyes from nearby shoppers, which only made us giggle more. Moments like these, surrounded by simple absurdity and Penelope's infectious laugh, made me feel so full of joy and relief,I never thought I would have such a day again.

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

Vintage dress. Pastel colors. Polaroids. “Say, cheesecake!” I took a mirror shot of my cute mini white dress before posting it on my IG account. My feed looks so aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. Iniingatan ko talagang hindi masira ang hitsura nito at pinagiisipan ko ang bawat posts ko.

I would rather tire myself out before going to bed than waste my time thinking about unnecessary stuff. That idiot, if only he did not open that stupid mouth of his, we might have not said too much. I strolled as to where my feet lead me to while looking for something that interests me. They displayed various kinds of products on their wooden stalls like pieces of jewelry, fabrics, ornaments, perfumes, makeups, and most things that correspond to beauty and positions. Just when will people slam the word “progress’ in their very minds. Until when are they going to rely on the magic of the Gaia, or on that filthy king?

and the baked goods didn't hurt. He stepped into the shop on one pretty spring day holding his carton filled to almost overflowing with baked goods. Juicy had just given him a nice haircut and it was that unruly chaotic look that came from staying up all night or from paying loads of money to a good hair stylist. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that advertised a chain hardware store, yet he looked super sexy.

I know u plus dat skirt z too SHORT! I quickly look at the short black skirt and decide that no, it's not too short. My shirt z not too short n FYI u re wrong I'm wearing under. Now it's my turn to smirk at him. Really? I don't believe you. U want 2 c em? It's black lace from Fenty. I dare u 2 show mi. I dare u 2 come at my house after xul and take em off. And with that I put my phone aside and start pretending to listening to Mr Zukov. I know how all this teasing will drive Santiago crazy and leaving him hanging will just make him want me more.

"Sure, polite. Got it." She dressed deliberately. Her softest black tank hugged her curves like silk, showing the arch of her waist and the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with snug jeans that framed her hips and long legs. Her dark curls were tamed into a high ponytail that bounced with every step. She bit her lip in the mirror, spritzed the faintest vanilla-amber perfume on her neck, and smiled. She wasn’t just going to drop off herbs. She was going to be seen.

Embarrassed! That's the only word to describe how I am feeling at this moment. My hair is sticky from the fizzy foam of Tanya's spiked lemonade. She's ruined the silver halter dress that Model Perfect had me wear. I know I saw cameras and phones landing on me at that party. My phone beeps and buzzes with the sounds of a thousand judgmental comments. I open it and my cat fight has already gone viral with the title, "Model Perfect's Imperfect Princess Accepts a Modeling Challenge While Getting Baptized by Lemonde." I read a few of the comments.

I never got the chance. So, since I didn’t say no, I’m now standing in front of the mirror, trying to dress like someone who belongs in their world. I go for something bright and cute — an oversized pink romper over a black tee. Honestly, I picked the color combo because it reminded me of Blackpink. Don’t judge me.