Black Powder Red Earth Shirt Novels & Stories

✨MILLICENT✨ I've been standing here for long now and I don't know if I can stand any longer again. I am sure this is the address my informants had given me. "Ehem!" I heard a voice clear the throat. It startled me a little and I turned to see him. It was really him, though looking all shaggy. He was putting in dirty pair of jeans that were black in colour and his cream white shirt had blood red stains on it. Honestly, the stains look so much more like blood stains.

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”

I knew my tan flesh had turned red at the contact. He followed me to the closet, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and flannel. I loved those shirts. They looked so comfy. I pulled on a pair of ripped-up jeans that hugged my curves. I didn't know why I had to wear pants with tears in them, but Helen assured me they looked good. When it got colder, she said to wear ones without the holes. I slipped on a dark blue shirt. It had a scooping neckline that showed off my chest tattoo.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

I shook my head as he held up two shirt options and asked my opinion, a light blue shirt and a deep red one, pointing to the red as I sipped my coffee. “You’ll be an amazing Luna. You’re confident, not afraid to call someone on their bullshit, nor will you stand for letting anyone think you are less than. I’m grateful to the Goddess for pairing us together.” he flashed me a nice smile as he pulled the red shirt over his head and used his hands to push his hair out of his face.

Soren said calmly. I nodded and closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths, imagining the red line that connects us, it's weaving between our bodies. The whispers become clearer, and I hear Soren's voice. 'White shirt with red details.' His voice sounds clear as if he's speaking. I repeat the words out loud. 'Black underwear' / 'Black pants with red details' / 'Red belt' / 'Black socks' / 'Black shoes with white details' / 'Black suit'

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

He saw that of course. "What's that?" "Your favorite shirt. I brought it." What ?! My favorite shirt is Zenitra brand and it is worth A dollars! and that's only in the US! He must kid! I suddenly pulled out the Zenitra paper bag! and looked at it! Peach color and yes! it is my fav shirt that even daddy never bought to me! "Oh my!" I almost screamed and covered my mouth. All grief was thrown away and replaced by joy! I saw him smirk.

𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”