Behind The Seams Novels & Stories

Both women went silent and the atmosphere turned awkward. “That red dress looks cute, let’s check it out.” Hazel blurted, pointing at a random red dress in a store window. Aria winced when Amaya and Madelyn shared a look, Haze’s attempt to rid the air of tension didn't go unnoticed by them, but she was thankful that they chose not to comment and instead walked into a boutique across from the one Hazel pointed out. “Sorry..” Hazel grimaced. “Brace yourself Haze, it’s going to be a long day.” Aria smiled apologetically.

I arrived at the IT department, and I could immediately tell that everyone was glued to their computers, desperately trying to solve the issue. I called out the Head of department, Avery, to give me a rundown of how this whole issue stemmed. “We were trying to transfer the website’s interface to the new app we’re developing so that the costumers would have a familiar shopping space and experience.” Avery explained. “But then one of us completely got rid of the website model after the transfer was complete. The problem is the app isn’t complete so we’re working on finishing up with that as fast as we can.”

She was right there, by my side, silent but present. They all wanted me to be my old self again, mischievous or not. No matter how brash or bossy I got, they were my rock-solid support. All eyes were on me, like a scene straight out of one of my dreams. However, I just smiled, not turning them away, not fully embracing them either. After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? …

It was better that she did not know what was happening saves her from a lot of things; it was better this way. I looked up at the building. It just looked like the renovation was moving slowly, but we knew the reason why… we were trying to stall, to buy us more time until we found that damn mineral. “Come on, let’s go down” I said to Graham. “Yes Alpha” I pushed through the front doors, boots landing on plastic-covered floors as the chemical smell of drying plaster hit me. “Where’s Kaden?” I muttered. Graham checked something on his phone before pocketing it. “Downstairs already. Says they started another section.”

From the day Jerry and I moved in together, he was constantly buried in work. The stress was so bad that it kept him up at night. So I gathered some herbs, mixed them in the softest down and fur I could find, and sewed him a sleep aid pillow. I spotted the totem pendant on his phone. Monica had a matching set of earrings. But I kept quiet. When Jerry seemed to realize his request was a bit much, I nodded and said, "Send me the design, and I'll take care of the materials."

Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview. As the man arrived through the hallway, many people surrounded him at once, informing him of today's projects and other supposedly important things. Curiosity piqued in Desiree, and she tried to catch his glimpse, but the crowd around him didn't let her. Soon, he was out of her sight, and everybody released the breath they were holding in unison. Is it too late to run now? For the next few minutes, Desiree kept sitting there like a statue, too anxious to even breathe. After about fifteen minutes, her name was called for the interview, and her heart started racing in her chest.

Then, I started searching the bedroom, only to find that one of the bank debit cards had gone missing. After I got married to Martin, the two of us would transfer our monthly salary into the same bank account to pay for our expenses. And now, the card for that account had gone missing. It was obvious who took it. With a sinking feeling in my heart, I searched through my closet. All of my jewelry, branded bags, and luxury items had been replaced with fakes! My heart was pounding wildly. Martin was truly a vicious man! He didn't leave a single penny to me, and yet, he made me compensate Whitney for his supposed crime as well as financially support Daniel and Patricia. Meanwhile, he got to wash

Wallace busied himself cooking and cleaning every day. One night, I felt particularly exhausted and went to bed early after dinner. The house was dark when Wallace crept into my room silently. Seeing the motionless figure in bed, Wallace grabbed a pillow and pressed it down hard on the blanket. He said in a venomous voice, "Rachel, go to hell!" However, he realized something was off the moment he touched the blanket. It didn't feel like there was a person lying under it. In shock, he pulled back the covers and found it stuffed with pillows.

“Come on, don’t be mad.” Sarah tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Maybe you should worry about yourself instead of me.” Sydney froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” A chill ran down her spine. Something was wrong. Her shoulders suddenly felt cool. She glanced down—and saw it. The seams on her dress—the custom couture dress she’d been so thrilled to wear—had split wide open across the back. Her shoulders were exposed. Worse, the fragile stitching along the back had completely unraveled, leaving much of her back exposed.

But the slashes meant that, from the sides, as she moved, the side of her bare waist and even her torso was always exposed. In terms of the arms, the top of each sleeve went about 25% of the way down the arm in a very loose fit. There were abbreviated shoulders, and a small strip of material connected the two shoulders across the back, but that was under the hair, in front there was no visible support. One tiny pair of powerful magnets was placed in the back seams (halfway down the butt) and two pairs in the front seams (lower breast and just above the slit). These could be used to "close" the gown so a single layer of the sheer fabric covered the the breasts, crotch and butt with no visible