Conan Clothing Novels & Stories

Carter Colton was not just the lord of fashion, he also had eyes for decorations as such made sure his office was decorated with the finest designs to improve the aesthetic of the office. He held a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, a rare and exotic scent of collagen could be perceived throughout the office. He wore a black tailored suit that was specially designed and branded by him. COLTON FASHIONS is regarded as one of the top five best fashion companies in the world and the brain behind it was regarded as a god which came about in his nickname 'fashion lord' The foreign wooden door clicked open and Liam walked in, dressed in a blue suit and black shoes from the latest collections of the

“You can take whatever you like from the racks.” Nadia stopped walking and slowly turned toward Conrad. “With all due respect, Alpha Conrad, I do not remember putting out a formal notice saying I do not have clothes.” Conrad slipped one hand into his pocket as he walked deeper into the luxury boutique. “With all the money you make for the company,” he said calmly, “one would think you have other purposes aside from looking nice.” He teased. The jab landed perfectly. Nadia stared at him in disbelief.

Or am I just overthinking it? The moment I opened the door, I was surprised by something that made me feel the total opposite of what I expected earlier. I honestly felt excited and wondered about their sudden reappearance. "Max and Hugo? Conan and Flynn? What are you guys doing here?" My eyes sparkled when I saw them. They still looked dashing. Is this a reunion? Conan wore a black tuxedo with two unbuttoned buttons white polo, black slacks, and black leather oxford shoes that completed the look of the latest businessman especially when he got an undercut. His face was now more emphasized than before and I bet that Malia will love it.

"We're ready for you over here." I headed over to the changing rooms, seeing the rack of options that the two had chosen out for me. There were some blacks and blues in the mix, but also a couple of brighter reds and greens. I was hoping that I'd end up with one of the more colourful ones, as neutrals often hid my Aussie glow a more than I liked. I grabbed the first dress on the rack; a midnight blue number with spaghetti straps and an overly complicated back situation. It was gorgeous, and as I put it on I loved how it looked, but Conner didn't seem all too convinced.

Liz and Gigi hadn't seen or heard from each other since that party that previous week and they were both doing such a good job ignoring each other's existence, filling the void weren't that hard for them both, they were used to it. "How about this one?" Nicky was rocking a short skirt with light blue raffles and a white crop top. That simple outfit was more expensive than Gigi's entire wardrobe probably. The thing with Gigi was that she loved designing her clothes, she felt powerful wearing them and everyone would compliment them as if they were from a famous designer, so it was a win-win situation for her. And even though she had the money to afford expensive clothes, she preferred using th

“What man wears pink?” “A man whose girlfriend buys it for him. Or is sponsored.” I get up and lean against the closet door. It’s big enough to fit a small car. Backlit shelves, cedar panels, mirrors that make everything look ten percent more expensive. Rows of jeans folded with geometric precision. Racks of button-ups, hoodies, jackets, all of them sharp-lined and brand-labeled. Most are Calvin Klein. His backer. Also mine. Jackson is into comfort, not branding. He wears Mack Weldon’s AIRKNITx and Bauer — not by sponsorship, by choice. He’s not big on freebies that come with legislations.

He's also wearing a pair of black jeans and some converse. "Hey Connor." I say as he gets close to me. "Hey Yvonne. You look amazing." I smile at his compliment. "Thanks, you look good too. I rarely ever see you out of uniform." Connor nods with a smile. "Yeah, it's just easier to wear the slacks than dig through a drawer to find the jeans at the bottom." "You sound so lazy." I say. "You could just hang your jeans up instead of burying them."

He grinned sheepishly, thrusting the box into my hand and raced back to the elevator, almost tripping over his own feet. I giggled and laid the box on the kitchen counter. Opening it, I smiled wide. When was the last time I had owned something new, not a hand me down or from the salvage store??? The clothes were so Adriano - branded and expensive but simple and understated. Two pairs of pajamas - soft to the touch, a long and short pair. Underwear in neutral tones. Jeans that actually looked like a perfect fit. Two cotton t-shirts, a zip up jacket and a new pair of black Converse sneakers.

CHAPTER 28 Cassandra stepped into her favorite boutique, a small yet elegant shop tucked away in the corner of the city. It was her go-to spot for finding something both chic and understated, the kind of outfit that allowed her to blend in while still feeling like herself. She quickly scanned the racks, pulling out a simple yet stylish navy dress that hugged her figure without being overly formal. The shop attendant recognized her instantly, offering a warm smile and showing her to the fitting room.

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.