Characters Apparel Novels & Stories

Her arms crossed, shoulders stiff. Charles looked up—and winced. "No," he said straight out. René, designer, grasped his pearls. "But it's Balmain." "She looks like she's trying out for a music video," Charles retorted. The second was silver—skin-tight, mirrored, agonizingly shiny. "Not a Christmas decoration," Charles muttered. "Would you prefer I wore a garbage bag?" Fiona retorted sharply. René drew in a breath. "Do not tease me. I have a notion."

After Charlie came to the commercial area, he bought high-end custom-made clothing for Autumn in the Chanel store. The style for a high-end fashion brand like Chanel was slightly luxurious, and their clothing style was a little more glamorous and sexy. So, Charlie casually chose an off-white dress.

In front of Kendra Colson's face, she began to draw, and within two minutes she drew an outline. "Miss Kendra, what do you think of this?" Arielle pushed her outline to Kendra Colson. Kendra Colson looked at Arielle in surprise, "Miss Arielle you designed it for us?" Arielle bent her lips, "According to your company's requirements, I think this is okay." Arielle took the paper over again and began to refine the outline. She painted a cultural-style cotton- jacket. The top is a cotton-padded jacket with a slanted front, with flowers painted on it, a loop of fur on the neckline and cuffs, and a short skirt attached below.

Charity brutally stepped on his foot under the table. After the meal, Max came out staggering. Charity was not sympathetic toward him at all. However, he had himself to blame for being silly. “Don’t you want to buy clothes? Let’s go in and take a look.” Charity walked into a men’s clothing store. Considering Max’s job, she chose a pair of blue jeans and a white hoodie for him. After receiving the clothes, he took off his T-shirt in front of her, showing his cinnamon-colored, well-defined abs.

It was clear that whatever he had planned was going to be grand. He turned his face at me and winked. "Go on, then try them on for me," Charles demanded, handing me the packets with a playful grin. As I unwrapped the first package, I was blown away by his choice of clothes. Everything was so beautiful and stylish, but it seemed like a design that a hundred years from now would wear. The fabrics were luxurious, and the attention to detail was impeccable. It was as if Charles had taken me on a journey through time with his thoughtful selection of garments.

ASHLEY By the time I was done dressing up, Arden was in the shower and it was a good thing because I was dead sure he wouldn't let me move an inch from this room because of what I was wearing. Not like it was bad, but the possessive beast in him will come out to play when he sees me in this outfit. It was a look I have always wanted to try with my casuals. I was clad in army green cargo pants with a black corset bralette that did so little in hiding my boobs. My cleavage was out in the open and the bralette stopped a few inches below my breasts.

Following this came a row of several collars that appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable, including leather, silk, satin, and even hemp. When Aric turned down this aisle, I couldn't help but start shaking. I couldn't help it. After running his fingertips over many various designs, he settled on a brown harness that was padded and velvety and came with a leash that matched. After that, he led me to the rear of the store, where I saw various clothing items that I fervently hoped he would never force me to wear. I prayed that he would never make me wear them. They were of the worst quality.

Her dimple below her right lower lip emphasized more as she smiled widely. "Are you serious? To be honest, I would like to ask about the shade of your lipstick at that time 'cause I cannot find that kind of shade. I like your style, you look so classy. If I am not mistaken, your puff sleeve dress is one of the latest editions of El Apparel?" I slightly nodded. I kinda felt fluttered. "This is Mom's personal design," I said while looking in the details and quality of my brown-puff-sleeve-knitted dress.

Vanessa showed the boys a pic from g****e, the pic shows a model wearing, a dark reddish-brown-colored sweater whose front was in black jeans with the same color shoe. "I don't want to walk like a dark academic person" Charlie complained. "What's wrong with you walking like a dark academic model?" Vanessa sought. "Nessa seriously,does charlie look like wholikese poetry, arts, greek and gothic architecture, heck do you think he can pull out an aesthetic outfit like that?" Kova questioned. "Umm you are right" Vanessa agreed and looked at Charlie, "Charlie tell us, how you want to represent yourself in front of maria?"

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.