Coriolanus Snow Shirt Novels & Stories

The people walking toward him wore the same look, and the one in front broke the silence. "Hope we're not interrupting you two enjoying the snow and having your romantic moment?" Eric laughed heartily with obvious sarcasm. Joe did not respond but instead looked at the person in front. It was Andrew! Andrew looked back at him, too. "Andrew, Lauren, Fran, Aspen… What are you all doing here?" Shiloh smiled and waved her gloved hands a couple of times. Aspen smiled. "Oh wow, Shiloh, that winter coat looks so good on you with all those colors! Those cute bear mittens must be really warm, right? I want a pair too! Who bought them for you?"

"Thank you." The wool was far more comfortable and grounding than I had expected. Collins looked shocked by how the garment transformed me—I couldn't tell if he was impressed by his own work or simply taken by how the cream wool contrasted with my dark aura. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small, wrapped box. "I also secured this... just in case the wool wasn't to your liking," he said. I stared at the box in his hand. "It’s a storm-lighter," Collins explained quickly. "I didn't know what else would be worthy of an Alpha, so I chose something practical. It’s for the trail. You shouldn't indulge in the smoke too often, though. It clouds the senses."

The dress was very long, and Renee put on a pair of long johns. It was December, and the weather was cold. It was said that it would snow next week. She would not sacrifice the warmth for grace. When she got dressed and went out, Dante brought her a shawl, which covered her bare shoulder. "Do I look good?" She spun in a circle. Dante saw something and asked, "What's that dark carnation color under your dress?" "Long Johns.” Dante was speechless when he heard this.

Human again. She pulled on loose cotton shorts and an oversized white shirt that fell off one shoulder. Comfort. Soft. Safe. Her breathing steadied. By the time she stepped back into the living room— she almost stopped. Rowan had removed his jacket. His tie. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone. His sleeves rolled to his elbows. The expensive white shirt stretched across broad shoulders. Forearms exposed. Veins visible beneath golden skin. His hair was slightly messier now. His collar open.

“Sometimes he hears the things no one says.” Elowen thought of Crown Sight and the bone-deep sense Corvin had for falsehood. He let the warning settle alongside the heat of the bath. He wasn’t afraid, but he had not underestimated the king either. When Marla was satisfied, she stepped back and nodded to the servants. They brought clothes made of fine silk. Elowen arched a brow. They brought in black trousers, fitted slim, a deep green shirt that would brighten his eyes, embroidered at the cuffs with thread that caught the light. A sleeveless black coat with gold detailing, cut to flatter a lean, lithe frame.

It is much better in here than out there", he stated as he hurled his gloves on top of his jacket. "Yes, I believe so," Casey replied. "That looks like a good idea. She handed the drink back to Landon and took her gloves, parka, and sweater off. He stared at her barely moistened shirt as it clung to her braless breasts. The frosty air had hardened her nipples, and they were incredibly visible through the thin material of her lucky white shirt. Casey slipped out of her snow gear, stripping down to her thermal underwear. Landon followed suit and was soon in just a black T-shirt and his thermal pants. The sweat from all the shovelling made his shirt cling to his well-defined chest.

In the solitude of his room, Thane stood before the mirror, his eyes scanning his reflection as he buttoned up his crisp white shirt, the soft fabric rustling beneath his fingers. He'd had to buy a few more clothes, especially sweatshirts, to combat the chilly winter air that seeped into his bones. Lunarville's climate was much milder, and all his life, he had never encountered the biting cold he experienced in New York City.

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.

The embroidery seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, casting a subtle glow on the fabric. The coat, fitted to perfection, showcased Liam's broad shoulders and regal stature. A silver brooch, a family heirloom, adorned the lapel, securing a cloak that billowed gracefully as he moved. The cloak itself was a masterpiece, crafted from the finest materials and lined with a delicate pattern that echoed the flora of the winter garden.

"Before you fake-trip and spill coffee over me, I have to remind you that my entire outfit comes to around 30 thousand dollars total. It's all handmade and takes at least three months to craft, so I suggest you weigh your options. The girl quickly withdrew her foot, but then when she leaned down to place the coffee on his desk, she still made sure to lean forward as much as possible. Without skipping a beat, Charles took out a handkerchief and covered his nose. "Woah, did you douse yourself in poisonous gas before you came here? My sinuses are acting up because of you!" By the time she emerged from his office, her makeup was smudged with tears. As the unwitting observer of this entire exchan