Ankle Length Trench Coat Novels & Stories

“Ah… oh nice, made friend on the very first day!” The girl smiled but soon her expression changed, “Oh no! I haven’t asked her name!” The tall young man chuckled, “You will meet her in few months, she was a student, right?” The girl thought about it and nodded, “Right, she… she was so beautiful! Ahh! I also want that cream-colored trench coat!” “Trench coat? What is this?” The girl sighed, fetched out her mobile and searched for the picture. When she showed him, he creased his forehead, ‘Wait.. this…’ and looked at the direction where he was looking earlier…

She needs to see the witch! Kitty jumped out of bed and grabbed her coat. It wasn't exactly "cold" cold outside yet, but she loves this black trench coat Erebus got her. It's soft and warm with a decent weight and a scarlet hood. It was a bit bigger than her size so she felt like being hugged and tucked in. It makes her feel safe.

The elderly man with white hair said to the camera, “The gown I’m auctioning today is a design that I’ve worked hard for all my life. I named it, Phoenix." With that, two of his assistants brought a gown to the camera, and it was a bright red gown with a tight and open-shoulder cutting. A detail worth noticing was that the top part of the sleeves was tight that could make a person’s arms look slim, and from the wrist onward, the cut opened up three meters long.

Every single item was calculated, luxurious, and aggressively teasing. Monica then moved to the third and final rack, gesturing gracefully to a beautiful array of outerwear. "And finally, we have the coats. Mr. Thorne was very explicit about these. A wide selection of long, structured trench coats and heavy wool overcoats in camel, black, and ivory." Monica smiled warmly, pulling a specific ensemble from the rack. "In fact, Mr. Thorne left instructions for tonight’s dinner, Miss Aurelia. He requests that you wear this particular ivory silk camisole and the matching white silk mini skirt."

Looking for a fight. Cale didn't fight. He didn't even frown. He just looked at Kieran with a mild, detached curiosity. "1920," Cale said. "What?" "The coat," Cale said. "It's from 1920. London." Kieran blinked. He laughed, uncertainly. "Right. Vintage. Very hipster. You're a weird guy, Cale." "And you," Cale said, his voice dropping an octave, "are standing in a draft."

I can’t help but sass. He doesn’t show a reaction. “Yes it will. It extends up to your ankles.” A gasp involuntarily leaves my lips and I almost drop the box. “Wait, what?” “You heard me. The uniform extends up to your ankles for proper conservation. Your thighs are very… distracting. You’re nannying a child, he does not need that view.” He says casually, like this isn’t the most absurd thing ever. After being stunned for exactly two minutes, I push the box back at him. The package hits his chest. He doesn’t take it from me.

"Get dressed. We are going to take a tour to time." Julia's words replayed in my head as I buttoned up my polyster black shirt. The hands were full sleeve, puffy but tight cuffs at the end. along with that I had a mini leather skirt and knee high leather boots. All that was left was my signature black trench coat.

"I figured I'd earn the whore remarks tonight. Pretty?" I leaned back in my seat so he could see the length of the dress properly. The glittery, strapless pink dress barely reached mid-thigh, and if I so much as bent over, I'd flash the entire world. I wasn't about to go that far to prove a point to them, hence the coat I'd paired with the dress. It was slightly obnoxious with the pink frills throughout the entire length of the grey coat, but go big or go home, right? And Russia was a cold place. I needed all the warmth I could get with how short my dress was.

It is a beautiful full-length gold underlay with a patterned black lace overlay; it was a long-sleeved off-the-shoulder evening gown. The skirt is not loose, but it isn't skin tight either, with a slit going up one side. It was a little restricting, but it did allow me to move just enough that if I had to protect Zachariah or myself, I could. The slit in the skirt may just get a little bigger if I have to fight too much.

"Shall we, my lady in red?" My smile peeked at what he called me because I am wearing a red gown again. No skin this time. Long sleeve turtleneck is the design of the gown made of crepe material. The style is body fitting is that is up to my heel length. I looked taller with it with my four inch-heel. I nodded. "Yes, Mav."