Bowsette Novels & Stories

The time for action had come, and this woman knew that only she could lead the charge. She rode towards the gates with her head held high, her newly-crafted sword gleaming in the golden light. The words "Mask Princess" engraved upon the blade were a testament to her power and her passion for justice. Her bow and arrows hung from her arms, always ready for use in case of attack.

she inquired, her eyes studying the garment in his hands. Mahesh's smile widened, and he had a hint of pride in his voice. "This bra," he began, holding it out slightly, "is designed with a particular purpose—your ultimate comfort and support. We've selected a unique combination of highly breathable, natural fabrics that will feel soft against your skin and allow continuous airflow, preventing discomfort even during extended wear."

I will call Dimitri immediately and he'd be here " I said reffering to our family lawyer . " Oh okay ,but I need to ch.....ange into something comfortable please and I need my phone" she said and I looked at her . I stared at her for sometime before I turned to make an order for some female clothes and Underwear . She Sat there nervously and When her clothes arrived , it was a purple Dress which ended just before her knees . It had a slit in front and two straps at the back ...with a pair of white diamond laid sandals . A s*xy underwear

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

Why shouldn’t I think myself beautiful? Rosette reached into her purse and fished out a dress for me. It was black, lace lining the ends of the sleeves at my shoulders. The cut was low in the back, presumably for when I grew my wings. Next, she helped me into a corset. It was underbust, which was good; my breasts had retained their prior size, and now appeared disproportionately large. It would be an endeavor to find an overbust corset that fit me. Rosette laced me up. The pressure was comforting, but I worried about the stagnant feeling in my lungs. “It’s difficult to breathe,” I said.

Or was she leaving cause of Dami's words? "I don't know if I should trust you Dami. I don't know" Aisha pulled him away from her slowly, Dami moved. "But we have a lot of work to do" ******* "All the iro and pupa have been delivered, right?" Aisha had a pin in her mouth, bending to see what adjustment the clothes the beautiful lady was wearing needed. "Yes ma" her apprentice answered. "Please ma'am,can you pull your clothes off so I can amend it"

Queenie smiled and ran her fingers over the metal ribbed corset. The corset was made from leather with twelve steel bones in it. There were strings to tighten the accessory at the back of the tiny waist corset. However, the part that London liked was the metal buckles that screamed gothic metal musicians. Her only regret was the lag of floggers or whips to hang at her waist on a belt to complete the look. Already, her mind was supplying her ideas about coordinating a new outfit using this corset and some fishnet stockings she owned.

Beau couldn't help but complain and continued to grumble. "Beau!" Niamh's voice rang out, and Beau instantly sprang up from his seat. "Niamh! Why are you late?" "Because I went to buy you this!" Niamh pulled out a mechanical crossbow from behind her back. "Wow!" Beau's eyes lit up as he took in the sleek, all-black weapon. Niamh smirked. She knew exactly what he liked, and understood this was something Elara would never even let him touch.

“Open it.” Kate opened it— “SHIT…” she gasped, eyes wide. “Bastien, it’s beautiful.” Inside was a small firearm—compact enough for her hand but with lethal firepower. It was matte black with golden accents: roses etched along the barrel and the initials K & B over a crescent moon on the grip. Kate picked it up and examined it. “Do you like it?” “Are you kidding? It’s perfect. Light, fits my hand beautifully, and the design is stunning. Bastien… how can you be so perfect?”