Ace Up My Sleeve Novels & Stories

Alec dropped that bomb on me as he tossed some clothes on my head. “Seriously? It’s not like you are being safe and using a condom.” Pulling the clothes off my head, I looked at what he gave me. It was a sundress. The cotton spaghetti strap dress was white with sunflowers on it. It flowed down to my mid-thigh. “A dress?” “It will be easier to keep making your legs go numb all day.” Alec yelled at me as he walked out of the closet. “All day?” I was both excited and appalled.

Nahlela Today is the first day I was meeting up with Mr “sex on heels” so I have to dress to make a statement. I was going to a football field so I definitely had to dress in a sporty outfit and going to the office and then passing home to change would be a waste of time. I thought of putting on the Chelsea Jersey I used as my sports attire when I was in the university, but it was too obvious. I thought of putting on my pink tied together sweatpants with its matching no sweat crop top but decided against it. After trying different outfits, I settled for my puma classics black and pink tracksuit with black and white vans.

Andrew shuddered at the thought. As indeed he had when Coleman drew closer. Jackson and Timms were the only ones under threat of coming down with the virus if Coleman touched them or ripped off their breathing gear; Suzanne already had it and Andrew had pumped himself full of the antidote. But Coleman was heading for them first, weaving around the soldiers as if recognising that this first pair presented the greater problem.

AC is wearing a yellow sleeveless dress which accentuated the color of her skin. When the prom was over, Alex appeared, we’re wearing the same color of gown, the only difference is that her gown have a long sleeves that looks like what a princess would wear, we even had a picture taking and the quarrel between Dave and Syrien won't go away. "What is that! Very childish." Dave complained, he’s now next to Syrien and deliberately pushing him away. "Luh, attitude." Syrien commented as he continue to smile at the camera, his teeth are sticking out as his left hand rested on AC's shoulder.

Come April, they will be leaving, and I hope by then the pack is fluent in sign language and most can fight better and hunt. I stretched some in tight shorts and a sports bra. "You should put on a long sleeve at least." Cade mind linked. "Cade, it is not even that cold. Plus, I will be moving." "Kaya, it is snowing outside, and you look like it is summertime." I shrugged my shoulders. I began to braid my hair. "Can you at least put on a loose long sleeve? It will give me a peace of mind." I looked at my closet. "I don't have any." "Take one of mine." I grabbed one of his and put it over my sports bra. Which had become the bane of my existence. But my breasts stayed firmly in place. I had to

I glanced at it and tried to see of the sleeve was rolled up. My brows bundled in confusion when I saw a very neat seam that was sewn across the wrist, closing it. I horridly turned to the left arm only to find the same thing. Not thinking much about it, I pulled the shirt off me and then reached for the other one. That one must have made it to my closet by mistake. Some factory fault or something.

Everything is about strength. After breakfast, my aunt helped me get ready. I need to reconsider my wardrobe - I could not pull the narrow sleeve over the bandage, so it gathered in uncomfortable folds at the elbow. But the high collar at the throat came in handy for me, I pulled it higher to hide the huge band-aid.