Baju Novel Mice の小説・ストーリー

Tamar was pleased with her words; she stopped what she was doing and led the way. "Tell me about the book you were reading, my lady." Tamar feigned interest. "The book is all about the mystery of animals." Micah started off as they made a turn, their shoes kissing the shining marbled floor in the open hallway. "What have you learned so far? Tamar asked as they stepped out into the flower maze in the outside court. A lady wearing a black gown, flared with two steps on the bottom. A V-neck dress with most of her cleavage pressed firmly against her chest but exposed, and this necklace hanging on her neck, the pendant shaped like the head of a serpent.

Jessica said with a small smile. Mrs. Michelson glided past the threshold as she looked around. “You have a very spacious loft, my dear. How many bedrooms?” “Three,” she answered as she closed the door. Jessica looked down at her paint splattered smock. Normally, she wouldn’t feel embarrassed to be seen in her work clothes, but Claire Michelson had a way of making every woman feel under dressed when she walked in a room. Her long white and black hair was in curls down her back. She wore a white fur hat and a white fur coat. She had on navy blue slacks and black designer snow boots.

I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

" Wow ...... Ling Mei ..... is that you ?" Bonnie stunned to see how beautiful the young mother with her new ballroom dress and her light make up . She looks different from yesterday . She didn't realise the man who stands behind her that facing the woman walking out from the room can't take off his eyes from the pretty young woman Infront him . He is just finish putting on Bobo's leather shoes when he stands and see the woman with her soft purple dress that match with his dark purple suit. Bobo also wear the same colour suit like his .

Novel blushed at the title. “I want you to give her a full makeover,” I told Melissa. “We have a big date hours from now.” Melissa led Novel away. Novel looked back at me with a nervous expression, and I gave her a comforting nod. A few hours passed. I had changed into a tailored suit and was scrolling through my phone when I heard the click of heels. I looked up, and my breath stopped. I knew she was beautiful, but this was something else. Her fair skin looked radiant, and her black hair fell to her waist in perfect, silky waves. The Midnight Fire necklace I gave her sat against her skin, looking like it was always meant to be there.

Not a single inch of skin visible. Except for her neck, where the high bun she’d tied her hair into exposed the only vulnerable patch of flesh. She tugged at the dress constantly, fidgeting as if trying to will it into something looser, less revealing. But the irony was cruel—it covered everything yet left no curve untouched. From the swell of her breasts to the taper of her waist, every line was accentuated, and every man in this room was looking. While the other women offered their skin, my little mouse had wrapped herself in mystery. And mystery, it seemed, was far more tantalizing.

Hiding things, things I knew she was hesitant to say around just anyone. A delivery came, and the person left with no explanation as I read the address it was here but addressed to Bri as “the future priestess of the South Eastern United States,” When she opened it she grinned but her eyes were sad haunted. “Don’t you fuck your makeup Mouse,” I warned her. She swallowed hard before opening the box tule, lace, leather, and glittering fabric were nestled carefully into the box. A bustier with leather and buckles and an ornate bustled skirt of lace and tulle. Hot pants so short her fine ass would be cheeky as could be and buckled stiletto-healed boots. Bri had a conniving grin on her face as we

Diki said with a flat facial expression. "Is that true?" Novi asked to confirm Diki's words and Diki nodded his head. "Thank you." Novi replied with a sweet smile looking at Diki who was standing behind her. "Yes, I chose this Tosca caupe shirt model, pink Koko cauple kebaya shirt, blue syar'i robe and this shirt, this, and this," Novi chose clothes that she thought were good. The middle-aged woman looked happy when she saw Novi's choice of clothes.

She tidied up the displays and straightened the shelves, humming softly to herself. Almost immediately after Marcus left, a little boy with a mop of unruly brown hair skipped up to the counter. A gap-toothed grin spread across his face as he held up a book cover depicting a group of dogs dressed in musketeer attire. "Excuse me, miss," he chirped, his voice brimming with excitement, "Do you have the newest Canine Musketeers book?" Lila smiled warmly. "The Canine Musketeers, eh? Excellent taste! Let's see if we can find it for you."

In an instant, he jumped back and screamed because he saw a mouse suddenly appear out of nowhere. "Aaarrrgghhh... Mouse! Chase it away, Cas! Chase it away! I hate mice!" Alexander, who was afraid of mice, quickly hid behind Casandra. Casandra sighed tiredly. Their romantic atmosphere was supposed to continue, and they were about to kiss. But all of that was ruined because of the mouse that disturbed their romantic moment. Goodness!