Arming Coat Novels & Stories

The healer’s den was damp and cold, and the latex offered no warmth. I looked around the room. My overcoat—a four-thousand-dollar charcoal cashmere—was draped over a nearby crate. It was scorched at the hem and smelled of smoke, but it was thick and warm. I picked it up, my shoulder twingeing, and stepped closer. Her scent hit me like a physical blow—the scent of a coming storm, of power hidden behind a veil. It was intoxicating. I wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck and growl until she finally woke up and realized who I truly was. I wanted to sink my teeth into that shoulder and mark her so deeply that every wolf in the city would know she belonged to me. Instead, I leaned down,

His possessive nature turns me on. He helps me get the coat on me, making sure it covers the marks. It hangs so loose on me. I look like a skeleton in a coat. It's too big. The sleeves gather around my wrist and make a few circles. His coat smells like him, giving me the warmth and comfort I didn't even know I needed. Oh God! Help me! I'm quickly falling for him and I see no way back. That's why I'm so scared. What if he doesn't reciprocate my feelings?

’ ‘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.

"I can't believe you're actually selling this garbage." She shrugged off the coat and let it fall to the floor. The assistant's face went white. That coat cost over $10,000. If it got damaged, she'd lose her job for sure - and her measly salary couldn't begin to cover the cost.

Previously, in order to make her organization organized, she created a customized sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. So, to make things simple, she did the same thing here as well. So, four of them were wearing the same sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. The color of it was a typical black and the back of it was painted with eagle painting indicating that they were the rulers of their own territory. Underneath the coat was a typical white long shirt paired with black pants and black sneakers. “Sit down,” she gestured at the empty seat right in front of her working table.

Just the jammed door and the smoke that was slowly suffocating them. And then, her eyes fell on her coat. It was a thick, wool coat, the one she’d worn every day since she’d left the mansion. She’d taken it off earlier and draped it over a chair, and now, it lay there, soft and heavy. She knew what she had to do.

I called Maggie up to my room to go fix something to eat while I got ready for my appointment. I sat behind my dresser and stared blankly into the mirror. The red dress looks perfect on me. It was a red strapped dress and I always wore a coat over it. I searched my closet and pulled out my long coat. It had black and white petal patches on each side of the coat. It was my favorite coat. I slipped my hands into it and wore my shoes.

I saw that Estrebelle took a black fur coat that I felt was from a big bear because of its thickness. "This is it, lady Alessia. He is thick but he has a bit of weight, is this okay with you?" Estrebelle taught me. First, I fixed how my top was stuck to my pants. This is a high waist pants and I look like a retro-style model in this outfit. I approached Estrebelle and looked at it. This coat is indeed heavy, but I'm sure I won't be too cold when I get to Mythion. The thickness is enough for me not to get hypothermia.

He tore open his dark shirt, peeling the tailored coat from his broad shoulders. The coat wasn’t ordinary—it held military-grade nano shielding and active thermal fibers. His right arm swept across, palm gripping Vivienne’s slender waist, pressing her against his chest. The coat, warm and tight, wrapped her completely. The internal heating system kicked in, blocking the first wave of lethal cold. His heartbeat pressed against her back. Calm. With his free hand, he retrieved a palm-sized, bulletproof military-grade computing terminal, tossing it onto the wheelchair armrest. “Forget its rules,” he rasped, seasoned with battlefield grit. “Break it.”

No one can stop him. .... Lin Feng is so excited about trying the coat. It looks big, but he really wanted it. He could now imagine himself wearing the coat during the winter. "Please try it?" The beta smiles at the eager look of the omega. Lin Feng excitedly tries on the coat. It looks really good on him. The coat reached his knees. It is very big but very comfortable. His coat of fur complemented his smooth white skin. He fell in love with it. "Do you have any mittens?" H asks the attendant enthusiastically,