Ankle Length Trench Coat Novels & Stories

“Stop!” I turn around to a guy rocking a dark grey hair and an all-black outfit. His unbuttoned trench coat holds the look together and the dark color compliments his pale skin. His strapping figure and toned body give off an elegant look yet does not deter his manly charm. I’ve never stumbled upon a good-looking man such as him. He’s totally on another level.

Dominic stood perfectly still near the high balcony drapes, his massive frame resembling a statue of solid granite under the dim morning light. Dominic was already prepared, wearing his full royal attire, the heavy, obsidian-trimmed military trench coat that bore the silver crest of the true Alpha line. Rhea helped him to adjust his coat, her small, gentle hands contrasting sharply against the rigid, armored fabric of his shoulders. She smoothed down the lapels, ensuring the heavy silver chain across his chest was perfectly aligned, before resting her palms against his broad chest.

She’s grown tired of looking through a screen for hours and getting nothing, so she’ll go out, so even if she sees no job applications, it’s fine since her eyes are full of the beautiful aesthetic streets of New York. She grabbed a beige trench coat and put it over a white long-sleeved shirt, loosely tucking it into the fitted black pants. Since it’s winter season, she also grabbed a stylish scarf with a similar color palette, and lastly, paired the black pants with a pair of black ankle boots.

I point to the one that looks remotely cheaper. “I’ll try that one,” I say. The associate nods and moves to pull it off the rack. But from behind me, Knox’s voice comes. “No.” I turn around. “No, what?” He steps closer, arms crossed. “It’s too long. And are those sleeves?” I blink at him. “What’s wrong with sleeves? And what do you mean it’s long? That’s like… calf length.” “Exactly,” he says, as if I’ve just confirmed his diagnosis. “Why would you want to wear anything that isn’t above the knees?”

“Uncle Cor, do you have any idea about the apparition on the cliff?” “What brings that up?” “I was bitten by a ghost underwater! You said you’re aware of what's going on with me. Please tell me.” I slid my fingers on the hem of the coat and that's when I found out that my nails are back to their usual and decent appearance. The coat has a silver lock where the design is a full moon brooch that is cut in half. The cotton itself is soft like fur rubbed onto my palms. And this includes a hood too. He sat on the cemented fence of the flowers. "From now on, start wearing that coat to conceal your power."

As in years. Perfumed, covering the tattoo that stretched across her back, she slipped into a second skin in black tone, wearing a pair of tights in the same tone, thick. Hot days, cold nights. The trench coat she wore over the fabrics was also black leather, thick and in a sophisticated military style, the buttons and gold shoulder pads gleaming when she looked at herself in the mirror. (NA: For those who don't have much sense of fashion, and how it sounds together, the piece used by Karila is basically this, the Trench Coat is basically a military overcoat ;)

I need to keep my self-esteem up before my social anxiety gets the better of me. Zane steps out in black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, black boots, and his trench coat. I like his trench coat, and he wears it open. It's a simple steampunk-styled trench coat. It has twelve silver buttons with a design on the buttons, and it goes to his knees. He seems to favor this trench coat since I’ve seen him wear it on three different occasions now. I notice it has a hood on it, but I haven’t seen him wear it with the hood up. He is sexy, I think, as we leave the room to go to the dining hall.

Kira's POV (A week later.) “You are ready, ma’am,” Annabella announced, and I dropped my phone on the table to see her handiwork. “Nice,” I mumbled, standing up to admire myself in the mirror. “I never knew you could style hair so well.” “I style my siblings’ hair a lot,” she giggled, and I just shrugged, genuinely impressed with her choice of selection for the last hearing at the court. I was struck by the sleek and stylish piece she had chosen for me. The centerpiece was a striking black leather trench coat, its double-breasted design featuring a row of bold white buttons that added a modern touch. The coat fell elegantly to mid-calf, creating a commanding and confident silhouette.

“It is lovely to see you again.” “And you, Cyrus,” I smiled, feeling the sudden, bizarre urge to curtsy. I was wearing thick-soled stomping boots, for Christ’s sake; I didn’t curtsy. Perhaps it was the same feeling that had driven me to leave behind my faux-leather jacket, choosing instead to wear my sleek, khaki-coloured, calf-length winter trench coat. Its double-breasted lapels were hanging open, and I pulled them closed, the urge to move my hands striking me anew.

I whispered to my reflection, running my hands down my waist. Still, I didn’t want to give away the surprise too soon. I slipped on a long black trench coat, covering everything. The coat hung loose, brushing against my thighs, hiding the outfit completely. The thought of Cole’s face when I finally let him see what was underneath made my heart race even more.