Ankle Length Trench Coat Novels & Stories

He only wore a trench coat today because… Because he remembered Luna once said that since he was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, he would look good in a trench coat. That was why he intentionally put on a trench coat before coming here when he found out Christian Moore would be present too.

But something was missing, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I rummaged through the bag, and there it was - a stunning red leather coat. I grinned, feeling giddy with excitement as I swirled the coat around my body. The coat was a work of art, and I couldn't wait to show it off. It was long, reaching my ankles, and the slick, modern design made me feel powerful and alluring. I examined the collar, standing upright and bold, and I traced my fingers along the zipper running from my bust to my thigh. The coat was worth a whopping thirty thousand dollars, and I reflected on the extravagance as I sprayed on my favorite perfume.

“Coats are at the back. Socks are on the middle shelf. Do you have waterproof boots?” “No,” I said. She pointed at the back wall. “You’ll need those too. Let me know if you need any help.” “Thank you.” I made my way toward the back, not bothering to ask how she knew I needed all that because I knew it was glaringly obvious from the way I was shivering in my jeans and coat. I tried on four different coats before I found the right one; it was dark green with quilted lining and a fur-trimmed hood. The pockets were large and abundant, making it so I wouldn’t have to carry a bag every time I went out.

Honestly, another reason I didnʼt want to wear it was because of the weird design of the pendant. So in the end, I just decided not to wear both of them. I just hid them in the lowest part of the cabinet and locked them. Then I looked at myself in front of a full-length mirror one last time. “Even the color of their uniform was strange. Itʼs a good thing I looked cool in black, though,” I said to myself while fixing the slight tangle in my skirt. The skirt was checkered black and white and rose above the knee. The coat was also black with long white sleeves inside and a red ribbon.

“Oh these bags? They're for you. One has a bag in it. One of those snake skins and the other has a beige trench coat. I made sure it has lapels and buttons as well. I know you don't like short dresses that much especially when you wanna go out so I decided to help you out with this.” “Whew, thank you so much baby, you're the best.” “Alright shall we? That sexy vixen must be the one escorting you so I got her an outfit.” “Hmm, what exactly did you get her?” “A black trench coat, black mini skirt, long sleeved crop top. Oh and it's a beige color by the way and black combat boots.” “Looks like I have nothing to worry about then.” “You should see her. You would worry a lot then.”

"I have been waiting for you to come back. Geez." "I had to look for these." A man's voice comes near and watched him pass by me. He was pretty tall, lean shoudlers as I travelled my eyes along with him. He had a long shoulder length blond hair while he was in a beige trench coat and a pair of shing black leather shoes. "You really had to buy so much sweets Bethany. You're only here for a week left. Why that many?" He says, shit that voice. It had to... No! It can't be.

The embroidery seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, casting a subtle glow on the fabric. The coat, fitted to perfection, showcased Liam's broad shoulders and regal stature. A silver brooch, a family heirloom, adorned the lapel, securing a cloak that billowed gracefully as he moved. The cloak itself was a masterpiece, crafted from the finest materials and lined with a delicate pattern that echoed the flora of the winter garden.

It doesn’t even feel like work if you get to enjoy the sun after a long day of murder and mayhem, but my mystery person chose this location, so here I am. At least I am dressed enough to keep myself somewhat warm. My hair is down to keep my ears covered, while my black long-sleeved turtleneck shields my neck from the elements. My cropped, wide-sleeved mustard yellow cashmere jacket with a wide collar that hangs over my shoulders, provides an extra layer of warmth to my torso, while my legs fend for themselves with only black high-waisted leggings and black suede pointed-toe scrunch 3-inch ankle boots to act as barriers between me and this unpleasant wind chill.

I protested. The woman was wearing my very long trench coat, reaching her ankles. The headscarf covered the entirety of her head and neck and the stylishly oversized glasses, her eyes, preventing anyone from recognizing her, even if the image was zoomed in. Everything she was putting on was mine. It made me extremely baffled as I wondered how she got them all. I never give out my clothes to anyone and haven’t had any of my clothes missing or stolen before. Even if they were stolen, what type of thief steals people’s clothes?

It was too early for a scheduled meeting. The door creaked open, and it was Cindy, wrapped in an oversized trench coat,In deep green, cinched tightly at the waist with a matching belt, hinting at its luxury a custom-made piece from a high-end designer. The coat had a dramatic flair, its hem brushing just above her knees, hiding what lay beneath and adding an air of intrigue. Underneath, glimpses of her silk blouse in ivory white could be seen at the collar, softly contrasting against the coat’s darker tone. The blouse was perfectly fitted, with subtle lace detailing along the cuffs, adding a touch of elegance.