Clear Vertical Labret Novels & Stories

"This collar piece uses a floating halo design. Twenty-two Colombian emeralds, tension-set between curved titanium bars for flexibility. They follow the line of the collarbone, not the neckline. It moves with the body, not against it. No flipping, no twisting. Even with hair down." Next, the earrings. "Triple-drop configuration. Mixed cuts: marquise, pear, and round. Center stones are white zircons, not diamonds. They give a wetter sparkle under LED but stay lighter on the lobe. The hooks are reverse-weighted to stop swingback when walking." Last one. "The bracelet's a hinged bangle. Center inlay of brushed gold with hex-set garnets, chosen for low reflectivity under spotlight glare. Interio

You go down first okay" I added as I pull him off from the window When he finally walked out I stared at the window and raised my brows when I saw Oab standing, I even saw how shocked he was, I smirked and closed the window " HAAA, you can't do anything now," I said while pulling down the curtain I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, I stared at my face in the mirror I brushed my hair up and pointed my face to the mirror " woohoo, I'm such a perfect man, look at this and" I said as I pressed my abs, " this biceps and these pouty lips" I turned the shower and heater on.

He taps her knee, “I think I might have something; I think it’s cool anyway.” She smiles and opens her eyes, it was a golden locket with a fox tail chain, the locket itself was circular, with a filigree pattern of leaves and flowers as a border with a wolf howling at a full moon in the centre, there was a layer of blue labradorite behind the filigree which almost shone with shades of blue and thin veins of black through it. The inside was plain, but there was room for two pictures.

The letters on the shirt are bold and written in white. CLIMAX. A woman's cry of pleasure as she hit climax. Her body shaking in relief and eyes hooded. My eyes move up to his face and sure enough he's smiling. If you could call it that. He looks like he added another inch to his over six feet. Little round earrings dangle from his ears, his left brow piercing intact but my eyes are on his lips where he's drawn his lip ring between his teeth. The smile looks like sin. He looks like sin. His slightly crooked nose which is a testament to the fact that he's no stranger to brawls and should have made him look appalling, only adds to his sex appeal. His dark hair which has grown long enough to re

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

he said softly, "I have something for you." He drew out a small chain of gold, delicate but strong, a pendant catching the faint lantern light from the hallway. It was a beautiful jasmine pendant. I glanced up at him, wide-eyed. My breath hitched as he stepped closer, lifting it between us. "Turn around," he murmured.

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

While Clara simmered with frustration, Evelyn continued her spree, acquiring more gifts for Remy, Jazzie, and her family. Finally, she splurged five million on a pair of cufflinks named Violet Serenade for Warren. The cufflinks were crafted from platinum and adorned with rare purple gemstones. They exuded an air of mystery and nobility. It was even rumored to be the creation of an esteemed Yitalian designer, with only one pair in existence.

Bri just smiled, catching herself in the mirror. Bri I found myself staring at a me I didn’t recognize. I was staring back at a woman who was strong and bold. One with fire in her veins and a heart full of love. Celeste handed me my mask. A beautifully crafted piece, its silver glittered and shone in the light. The designs were cut out so my skin would peak through but my identity would be hidden. The fleur de lis on my brow, the sweeps and swirls of floral designs were etched gracefully, each side the same as the other. White feathers accented the tips of the ears while crystals adorned the brow, in the center and in strategic places across the design. Sweeps and curls depicting whiskers wo

A single tear-shaped stone on a platinum chain that caught light like a trapped star. "Consider it armor," he'd said when he clasped it behind my neck. "The expensive kind." Black heels. Four inches. The kind that sounded like a weapon on marble floors. My hair was swept up, a structured updo that Zoe and Lindsey had spent forty minutes engineering. It bared my neck completely. Deliberately. The mating mark from the completed bond sat right below my jaw, deep and unmistakable. Valtherion’s mark. Permanent. Let them see it.