Baju Novel Mice Novels & Stories

Rose was speechless. "Oh! We? Hmmmm. I see. Time up… time to bathe." Said Mara as herself and Annabel held Rose's hand and walked her towards the bathing room to bathe her. After some time, They were already done bathing Rose. Annabel walked out of the bathroom with Rose with a towel wrapped around Rose's body as they both walked towards the dressing room. When they got there, Annabel asked Rose to stand and wait for her while she searched for a dress so Rose could wear it. After Annabel had hunted on the dress, she finally found the particular one she was looking for. Annabel could remember that that dress was Rose's favourite. She brought out the clothes and made Rose put them on. It was a

I am no longer the scared little mouse that he bought at an auction. It was a decent dress, black, knee-length with a high waist, high neckline and three-quarter sleeves and matching pumps. I supposed it was better than the usual revealing clothes he made me wear. The underwear that came with it was more his style, black lace thong with matching bra. I smirked. For his eyes only, of course. I got dressed, brushed my hair and walked out of that room.

Lavender: “How the heck did this mouse get in here?” Nikon yelled, while the maid put the mouse in a box. Everyone was watching us. I had changed into a brown dress, and I felt so awkward I still couldn’t look up or meet anyone’s eyes. I did not understand how I let that happen. When he was on top of me, I was desperately waiting for his next move and then next move. His hand felt so big around my breast and when his fingers touched me—-I had to shake the thoughts away or else I would start crying.

Mia POV. Today's my first day at new school and new classes with Mouse as my dominant, he made me sleep around ten last night, he just told me to go sleep. I obeyed right away going to bed, I was still too nervous to sleep, took me some time to fall asleep. I woke up to Mouse shaking me awake, when I tried to whine and hide under the blankets he took them away and made me stand up and get ready. Each room had it's own bathroom, I'll have to share with the one I'm staying in with. Mouse was already ready, he was dressed in a suit with a tie, it had the school logo on it, when I came out of the bathroom another school uniform was waiting for me.

She sniffs the air as though she smells something rank. Oh, God, is it her? She was working pretty hard to get this outfit pulled together quickly, and that catastrophe back there definitely gave her the cold sweats. She looks around the room, trying to judge whether she behaved this taciturnly with the other finalists. But they’re all wide-eyed and seem surprised. Molly is wearing the yellow tube top as a dress, with a rainbow’s worth of boas wrapped down her arms and legs, making her look like Big Bird at a Pride Parade. Katarina is wearing an orange mu-mu that must be ten sizes too big because she looks like a deflated balloon. Beatrice has on some sort of dominatrix outfit that doesn’t

I left the room without another word. His warnings clung to me, but they didn’t matter. My boots echoed sharply against the marble floors as I descended the hallway, my hands buried in the pockets of my suit pants. I keyed into the suite, and the soft chime of the lock gave way to silence. But not for long. The bathroom door creaked open just as I stepped into the living area. Micah stepped out from the bathroom, bare-chested, towel slung low on his hips. His skin was still glistening from the shower, droplets trailing down his chest in slow, carving trails down the curve of his collarbone and lower v-line.

Mirelle happily heads straight next door into the high-ranked female fur boutique, ready to indulge her skin. Without a single second thought, her claw points at the most eye-catching winter dress on display—a vivid purple tunic piece sitting right front and center under the glowing crystal light. "That exact piece," she tells the boutique saleswoman, "my paws want to try it on my body right now!"

Novah’s POV Another knock. Different. Softer, hesitant. Novah braced herself, shrinking back against the velvet cushions. The door opened slowly, revealing not Elara, but a younger woman. She had kind, worried eyes the colour of moss and hair the shade of wheat left too long in the sun, escaping a messy braid. She carried a small woven basket and wore simple, practical clothes that seemed out of place in the opulent room.

We started looking for dresses. There were a lot of them of different colours. Red one, was so not my style. Green was too simple, yellow was in general ugly and I didn’t like any of them. However Mia and Bella found dresses of their liking. Mia chose white dress with laces on the waist. Bella chose black with cutting along the leg. “Wow, girls! You are slaying!” I exclaimed. “What about you? Didn’t you like anything?” Bella asked. “They just didn’t suit me,” I stated.

Mavi walked into the room, wearing a white dress with thin straps and striking blue patterns. Underneath, a second-skin camisole hugged her figure. She had been wearing that outfit since lunch—a beautiful girl who drew attention without even realizing it. She sat in the same armchair again and, without hesitation, opened the book and resumed reading where she had left off. It was as if she were searching for peace, which made me wonder if she could find it in any other bungalow. Even the ones for singles were filled with couples at that moment. The soft rain was an inviting prelude to affectionate acts and the release of sexual desires.