Ankle Length Trench Coat Novels & Stories

Blanche scoffed, muttering, “It’s the Shadowhawk.” As the helicopter’s rotors slowed, a woman emerged, commanding attention. She wore a tailored navy blue trench coat cinched at the waist, which emphasized her authoritative presence. Underneath, a crisp white blouse added sophistication, while high-waisted black trousers allowed for ease of movement without sacrificing style.

’ ‘But I’m the one who’s not prepared! ‘I’ll wait for you today even if it takes me until midnight.’ Camille stifled a groan and stalked back to her desk. She bent down and searched the drawers before finally finding what she was looking for. It was a coat she had kept for the rainy days. She liked it because it covered her from head to toe. It was long, like a trench coat, and it was a dark color so she could blend in with the crowd. It even had a hood, which was perfect for protection.

She tore it open. Inside was a garment bag. She unzipped it. The smell hit her first. Expensive wool. New leather. And… faintly… sandalwood. She pulled the fabric apart. It was a coat. A camel-colored trench coat made of wool so thick and soft it felt like velvet. It was structured, military-style, with sharp lapels and a belt. It was beautiful. Aria pulled it out of the bag. A small white card fell to the floor. She bent down to pick it up. There was no name. Just one sentence, typed in sharp, black font.

She was tall and lean, donned on a full sleeved, waist-length gray, fabric coat that hugged her slim body. Beneath it is a white sleeveless top with a slanting strap on one side that crossed her chest. A short, skirt was worn over a pair of gray tights and knee high fabric, flat boots. There is no mistaking that she is the same young girl in the lab photo because of her sharp features. It's very familiar...and yet somehow different.

she thought, letting out a soft, exasperated chuckle. Finally, she chose a classic yet modern French-inspired outfit. A camel wool coat with precise tailoring, its collar slightly open to reveal her slender neckline, the hem flowing gently as she moved—it exuded an effortless elegance. Beneath the coat, she paired a simple white silk blouse, with a delicate neckline that showcased her collarbones, its cuffs slightly rolled up for a touch of casual chic.

My teeth were chattering so hard my jaw ached. Finally, I turned onto a main avenue and saw a beacon of light. It was a massive, 24-hour flagship department store. The kind with blinding fluorescent lights and aisles that went on forever. I pushed through the revolving doors, stumbling into the warmth. The security guard at the front looked up from his phone, eyeing me suspiciously. I kept my head down and marched past him, heading straight for the women's apparel section. I didn't look at prices or sizes. I just looked for something that could cover me up, I grabbed a long beige trench coat off a mannequin. I grabbed a pair of black leggings from a display table and a thick wool sweater tha

Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. He looked like someone had taken the concept of “dangerously beautiful” and made it walk. Although, I hate to admit… Adrian looks kinda hotter compared to him. But what really made me blink was the coat. A long, thick, charcoal wool coat with the collar turned up against the cold. This is Alaska. It’s supposed to be freezing. But, everyone (including me) was in short-sleeve uniforms or thin sweaters. From my observation, no one wore coats indoors and outdoors.

I wish to know what will happen if ever asked for the store. I sighed as I looked at the wardrobe. I need to cover my whole body, seems some stupid animal didn’t even consider my position– oh my gosh. Nevermind. I’ll find the right dress for this and.. Luckily there’s this dress that I can cover everything up! It was an elegant brown coat dress with a black long sleeve turtleneck for its undergarment. It’s a perfect match for a black boots. It’s kind of a cute outfit for me to use but I have no other choice. I’ll just wear it gratefully since they seemed to prepare things for me.

The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps. A hood was connected, which he was currently wearing. It hung low on his face, giving him a mysterious appearance. If I didn’t know who he was already, it would be difficult for me to identify him. The trench coat hung open, revealing a black shirt under it, with two black straps, with silver buckles. It looked as if the straps were to keep the coat together. His outfit also consisted of black leather pants and black combat boots, with a strap moving across his back, where a sword is meant to be placed.

"Look at this and agree with me like usual!" I stuffed another forkful into my mouth, eyeing the outfit Timothy had laid out before Raven and me. A long sleeved, creamy white colored, chunky, turtleneck sweater that had the shoulders cut off. A button up, tannish colored skirt. And a pair of white, wooly thigh-high socks. "I'm thinking a long black coat and black booted heels would go amazing with this." Raven rolled her eyes, eyeing the outfit before turning her attention back towards the makeup. "I suppose."