Arming Coat Novels & Stories

The coat flared slightly at the hips, creating a graceful silhouette. I draped my ivory-colored cashmere scarf around my neck, letting the ends fall loosely over my shoulders. My gloves were made of the finest black leather. They fit my hands perfectly, offering both warmth and style. I completed the look with a pair of knee-high black suede boots. I took a step back to admire myself in the mirror. Although I was feeling terrible, at least I looked the part. The luxury clothing shielded me from the cold, and provided a comforting armor against the emotional storms I was facing.

Nathan Cross The Brioni trench coat hangs limp in the hallway. Still. Heavy. Reeking of consequence. It was never just clothing. Not in this world. Not in Dominion. It’s a cloak for survivors—those who crawl out of the Black Room with more scars than skin. A parting gift, if you want to call it that. But it feels more like an apology. A shroud. I drag my fingers down the sleeve. The fabric is fine, immaculate, expensive—like everything here. But there’s no warmth in it. Just weight.

She looked like she didn’t want to be here, and that she was doing us all a service by allowing us to be in her presence. “Good evening Miss. May I take your coat?” She didn’t answer me, but began taking her coat off. It was this cream fur monstrosity that I am sure probably only had a heartbeat yesterday. “My, my, this is exquisite!” I said enthusiastically as she handed me her coat. “I’ll make sure I put this one with the family coats and keep a close eye on it,” in case it suddenly runs off on it’s own! This earned me a half look of acknowledgement. Well I tried!

I’ll have to take his word for it. We spend a lot of time outside in the garden even though the weather is changing. It’s starting to get cold enough for us to need coats whenever we’re outside. Max wears a coat made from the skin of a bear he slayed some years ago. I have one that belonged to his late stepmother, simply because I’m still waiting for mine to arrive from the tailor. It’s warm and comfy, and it was a gift from his father to Veronica’s mother.

“That new top and skirt look fabulous together, but won’t you be chilly in that halter top?” Shaking her head, Shea held up her faux fur-trimmed coat and said, “My new coat will keep me warm.” Brooklyn nodded and said, “It is getting chilly at night, so it’s a good thing you thought about that. Besides, the coat matches the outfit perfectly.” “That’s why I bought it,” Shea said, then winked at Brooklyn and added, “Of course, if I got chilly, maybe Troy would be enough of a gentleman to give me his jacket.”

I was about asking for the clothe I was meant to change into. I am in no way going to wear the revealing clothes under my heina that was carefully selected by Hailey earlier this morning with a devilish grin on his face and him making sure I got it into my head that I was never to allow Damiel see the clothe. Okay now it dawned on me. They want me to go in there wearing this? With the gold dust make-up on my face. My Caetinis clothe is in no way as revealing as mine but still very revealing.

"Any new coats in stock?" asked Barbie Wacket, her voice dripping with disinterest. "Ms. Wacket, your timing couldn't be better. We just got in two fresh-off-the-runway coats yesterday," Ms. Hughes replied with a grin that was all teeth. She ushered them over to where Howard and company stood. "Not bad, not bad at all. I'll take it," Barbie said after a cursory glance at the coat.

This coat looks very expensive and is specially sewn. Valerie does not understand men's clothing brands, but from the touch of the material and the stitching, it seems that this coat is very expensive. However, now Valerie couldn't return the coat. Valerie pondered, then started shivering coldly until she decided to forget about the coat problem first; she will think about it later. She picked up the towel that had been slung over there and rubbed it into her wet hair. Taking a hot shower was very tempting. Valerie took off all her clothes, let them all fall to the floor and walked naked into the bathroom with her warm shower.

He puts on his bracelet and his watch, checks his beard, oils it like he’s polishing furniture, then grabs a sponge brush for his curls. I just shake my head. “I’m grabbing my coat. Let me bundle up because it’s freezing out there.” He laughs. “What coat? Is it the black one? Or what color?” Oh my God. I grab my peach winter coat because I know he doesn’t have that color and I refuse to match down to my toenails today. He walks out and stops. “Aw, shit. You’re wearing peach? Damn it, I don’t have that color.” Then he brightens. “Burnt orange is close enough.”

Summer was not interested in the conversation, so she went to help out in the kitchen. When Raine took over the apricot coat, she knew immediately that it is made of good material, and the design was of the latest spring wear. Staring at the coat, she felt her heart throbbing, but she smiled gently, "This looks nice, are there still any? I want to get one for myself too." Yvette had been observing her reactions, but seeing that there were no results, she decided to stop showing off, "They're probably sold out. Oh right, is your brother coming back for the New Year?"