Anime Lifting Belts Novels & Stories

Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting: A fitted black and silver tunic with gold-lined seams. A high collar flaring into crescent-shaped pauldrons. Armored bracers carved with Lux and shadow sigils. A flowing back cape woven from Solaris gold thread and Lunaris silver thread. A belt engraved with ancient Noctis runes. Dark boots lined with quiet lunar metal that absorbed sound. Regal. lethal. impossibly beautiful. Alessia touched the collar lightly. “This will do.” Ianthe whistled. “It does more than ‘do.’ You look like a walking threat.”

His danger wasn’t cruel. A shadow fell across the bar. Another man approached, taller, broader, his beard thick and his smile sharp as a blade. His vest bore the same patch as Blake’s, though I didn’t dare look too close at what it meant. “Well, well,” the man drawled, eyes sliding over me in a way that made my stomach clench. “Didn’t know you were bringing strays, Blake.” The word stray hit like a slap. Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame pricking beneath my skin.

"I'm naming this chain belt Lolita. The concept behind a chain belt is to express seductiveness. But designing it in the red and white of strawberries introduces a hint of innocence of a young maiden. It's just like Lolita in the movie. Innocent, yet sinful," Celeste spoke. Damon was just thinking about Lolita a moment ago. Celeste stood at the front stage and graciously introduced her product to the judges. Staring at her waist, Damon wished he could run over and pull her into his arms.

Noah lay there in the dark, Marcus’s arm heavy across his chest like he was scared to let go even for a second. The safe house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. Noah’s skin still felt sticky from sweat and everything they’d done, but his mind wouldn’t shut up. The belt collar was back around his neck. He’d put it on himself after the heat faded, because it made him feel like he belonged to someone real. Marcus’s someone. Not some prophecy. Not some throne.

he growls. “It’s basically the male equivalent of a chastity belt. But in this case, if you get an erection, you’ll impale your own penis on the spikes inside the belt,” Elio says calmly. He’s doing a great job of keeping his voice moderated as if he’s calmly talking about the weather. “Now, be a good little shit and let me put this on you,” Avani says.