Ankle Length Trench Coat Novels & Stories

"Easy! That's not a toy, you know? Do you even know how to use it?" A black trench coat that goes way down past the knees. Matching gloves. Matching Knee-length flat boots. "One thing I am so sure of is that if I pull this trigger even by mistake, the bullet will pierce through your skull."

It fits him impeccably, accentuating his tall and lean figure, while the way he carries himself commands attention and respect. As he walks, the coat flows gracefully around him, swaying with each step like a shadow dancing in the moonlight. Its design is simple yet elegant, devoid of any unnecessary embellishments. The coat's sleek silhouette gives him an air of authority and power, as if he is someone not to be trifled with. The coat's long sleeves reach just past his wrists, and the collar frames his chiseled jawline, adding to his aura of confidence. It is evident that he takes great care in his appearance, for every fold and crease seems deliberate, emphasizing his attention to detail.

“Jane, all of this shit is phenomenal and I’m not so sure about the leather trench coat, but these leggings and that pink leather shit? It is priceless and look at these boots! You’ve got them customized down to the fucking rings the laces go through and what’s this? Fucking leather coats with lace ruffled shit?”

Anderson quickly walked back to fix the rag, and that was when his eyes landed on a small protrusion on the floor. Anderson’s heart started to beat fast as he slowly bent down. With a slight tug, a small square space opened up, and there it lay, tucked away in a hurry. Anderson lifted it to reveal a long white coat. Anderson looked at the white coat with an angry expression. He wanted to rip it tear it with his own hands but refrained from doing so. Carson, Kira and Anderson had all chipped in to buy the over six feet long white coat for Miss. Agnes. For a woman who was barely over five feet, the coat was obviously too big for her, but the smile on her face that day spoke of how much she lov

Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace. Underneath, Septimus is wearing a black leather trench coat with crisscrossing metal-studded straps sewn on the shoulders and the chest, giving the impression of a straitjacket that paradoxically restrains the warden of Hell. The coat’s hem sweeps down almost to the floor, which is probably for the best because there doesn’t appear to be any sign of feet under it.

And in addition to that, something which my asshole stalker won’t get offended by the outfit. Thinking of it, I find the best outfit which is perfect. Should I go for this one? It seems fitting, elegant, and not too revealing. I don’t want to give him any ideas. Maybe this will keep him off my back for a while. The outfit is a black knee-length dress with long sleeves, featuring delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves. It’s modest yet stylish, offering a touch of sophistication without drawing unwanted attention. The high neckline and flowing skirt provide ample coverage, ensuring that I feel comfortable and confident throughout the day.

Maybe the remote for the vibrating panties set me on edge, or maybe my conscience is kicking in, but either way, the confidence I felt 2 hours ago when I was getting ready, blasting Beyoncé in my room all by myself, is … gone. Axel cocks his head to the side. “Everything okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine,” I bluster, waving my hand. “Coat?” “You know, I’m a little chilly, so I think I’ll just keep it on.” “Really? It’s 25 degrees in here. I’m cold-blooded, so I like to keep it warm.” I noticed, I want to say. I can feel small droplets of sweat running down my face. Why did I pick such a thick coat to wear? I should’ve picked the light-weight trench-coat, not my wool one.

Instead, I looked at my coat that Giselle had stomped on and said, "My coat costs 18 thousand dollars. Who's going to compensate me for it?" Giselle pursed her lips. "18 thousand dollars? You're out of your mind. I bought my coat directly from the manufacturing factory, and it only cost me 5,800 dollars. That fake coat of yours is inferior to mine in every way—from the material to the craftsmanship. I bet you only paid 200 dollars for it!" I ignored her and glanced at my phone. It was almost time for them to show up. Just then, someone knocked on the door and demanded, "Who called the police?"

“You look stunning!” Anxo exclaimed as I stepped out of the house. I smiled as I looked down at myself. I had put on an ankle length white dress. The square neckline of the dress ended just on the valley of my breasts. The sleeves reached my wrists that had two gorgeous laces embodied on them. The bodice reached my under bust and a matching lace completed the fitted bodice. The rest of the dress flowed down reaching my ankles. It was one of the most precious dresses I owned, and this was an event to put on I suppose.

he demanded. “Yes, Sir,” she replied and sat up. She could tell she would get in more trouble if she dared to defy him. With him on the call, she went in to look at what he had left for her. Behind the door a trench coat looking garment hang. It was white and Ava guessed it wouldn’t quite reach her knees. There were also a pair of high heeled sandals in gold. “Put it on,” Zane told her. “Just this, Sir?” Ava asked.