Bowsette Novels & Stories

After all, he must have long wanted to be with Yvonne openly. Three days later, when I was heading out for some shopping, I ran into him right outside the neighborhood. He looked awful. His face was pale and unshaven, and he had clearly lost weight. He was holding the box of 101 bracelets he had given me, wearing the gray sweater I had knitted him. That sweater had been a birthday gift two years ago. Ever since I met James, he always wore a black sweater in the winter—so often that it faded and pilled.

It's a shared whisper I'm sure only the both of us can hear, but Fen still clears his throat and as Maya's eyes snap to him, he takes something out of a secret compartment in his jacket and places it on the table. It's a bangle. Made from small delicate black laces or strips of leather and with the Ironclaw crest nestled right in the center. It's a gift. He winks at her. "See you at training, warrior." He gets up and goes to deposit his plate somewhere, but my eyes are on Maya as she picks up the bracelet and slips it around her wrist. The magnetic ends latch together with a dull click and she smiles. She looks at it for the rest of the breakfast period and doesn't take her eyes off it even

When she is done, she meets my eyes in the mirror. Perfect, her look says. “We need something blue as well,” Irene says from the bed. She sits cross legged, calm as ever, while Rose stands between her knees. Irene’s fingers move through Rose’s hair in smooth motions, braiding with the ease of someone who has done this a hundred times. Rose watches herself in the mirror with serious concentration, lips parted slightly. “It’s taken care of,” Sophia says. She reaches into the garment bag and pulls out a thin blue belt. The color is soft, almost shy. She wraps it around my waist and ties it neatly at the back. Her fingers brush my skin for a second longer than needed as she ties the knot in a pe

1964. "Your grandmother's," he said. "Yes," Sloane said. "The woman in the Harbor Row footage isn't wearing a watch with a loose clasp, Sloane," Declan said, setting the gold piece flat on the dark wood of his desk. "She’s wearing one with a double-locking deployment buckle. The kind that doesn't slip when you're reaching through a car window to take a folder from a courier." Sloane’s breathing stopped. She looked at the watch on the desk, then back to Declan. "Bridget doesn't own a deployment buckle."

Upon reaching the boutique, an elderly looking sales lady welcomed them into the store. "Welcome my King and queen. It's an honor to serve you" the lady bowed revealing to Thea, that she is a shifter as well. The lady greeted them politely. They were all seated and the lady showed them several wedding dresses. They were so busy looking over the dresses, none of them noticed David Brooks standing outside the shop and looking straight at Thea. He is pretending to be a glass cleaner, so the guards who never saw him are not suspicious of him. "You will only be marrying me, Thea, not anyone else" he sneered.

He immediately put a hard pause on his overthinking brain and observed what she was going to do. Brittany raised her bow, pulled out her arrow, and made a nock. Her hair was tied into a bun, and she was wearing a gray tracksuit. The tracksuit did a crappy job in covering the elegant curves on her body. When she drew the arrow with her dominant arm, her top lifted a bit, revealing her smooth, petite waist. However, Creed's eyes were focused on her shooting posture, which kind of felt average to him.

so I went back. She told me to make myself comfortable and disappeared into her room and came back in her pyjamas. It was big and ugly but it was still sexy on her. her body always made things look sexy. She asked me if I wanted a drink and I agreed, so she opened the cupboard and took out a bottle of whiskey. “I know this is too cheap for you, but its good I swear” I had never seen that brand before and I was sceptical about drinking it but she managed to convince me otherwise and I ended up taking a shot.

"You don't think it's too much?" I shook my head."No, It's perfect, honestly."The dress wasn't one that I would choose, I always imagined myself in something long sleeved and lace. But that being said it was a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it."You look beautiful! I hope Brent knows how lucky he is."