Cow Silhouette Novels & Stories

It was a weapon disguised as fabric—and the collar resting beside it was the blade. Not a tracker. A symbol. I watched her storm into the hallway barefoot, shouting after Sia. “Sia! What the fuck is this?” “Part of the outfit.” “It’s a goddamn collar!” “It’s part of the event dress code.” She chased her like she thought logic still had a place here. “What kind of business event requires—” But Sia was already gone. Elevator doors slicing between them like the chapter break I needed. I leaned back in my chair, laced my fingers together, and stared at the paused feed of the collar still sitting on her vanity. High-grade leather. Silver hardware. Custom sizing.

They don't want the world they have been guarding to be mixed up and destroyed. Ahead, Vasilio rode on a black bear gallantly. Her red hair was not covered by her helmet, only a gold cloth tied around her forehead. It was a piece of cloth that belonged to Cia and Vasilio had permission to wear it. He wanted to... remind himself not to hurt his idol.

Saffy glanced at the white cravat studded with a sapphire pin. "Hi, are you two going to cosplay? You look... fabulous," she murmured. Saffy couldn't take her eyes off them, and the cowboy was glaring at her, his eyes red, and his fangs were showing under his top lip.

The blonde's silhouette came into her line of vision and she yelped in surprise, almost tossing the bottle of seasoning straight in the air. "Did I scare you?" Hollis sneered playfully, folding her arms against the back of the chair she sat in to rest her chin against them. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, emphasizing her high cheekbones. She was dressed comfortably in a black wife beater and a pair of Burgundy sweat pants. Black socks, probably because Hollis had been freezing the last several days. How does she still manage to look so sexy even when she's wearing the plainest clothes ever invented?

The cashmere sweaters were locked away. Every single day, Jillian wore the exact same uniform: an impeccable, unyielding obsidian suit, a silk tie knotted with geometric precision, and a face that resembled a granite monument. "The union representatives from the eastern ports are refusing to sign the exclusivity clause, Jillian," Adonis said, stepping cautiously into the office. The corporate attorney looked hollow-eyed, carrying a fresh stack of litigation briefs. He had learned over the last quarter never to speak to the CEO unless holding a sheet of absolute data.

It had an elegant, structured cowl neckline, a fitted waist, and a high, daring slit running up the left thigh. "This is the one," Enzo said, turning the dress so I could see the hidden structure inside. "The heavy silk drapes over your hip, which means the inner thigh holster won't imprint at all. And the slit?" He tapped the fluid fabric right over the thigh line. "Easier to lift and take out your gun if you need to pull it fast." I stared at the gorgeous dress, the delicate blue silk contrasting horribly with the idea of a cold, steel weapon strapped beneath it. All I could do was slowly nod my head.

, Sia responded coolly, looking down at the female before him. She was absolutely stunning. Her bright, fiery hair was styled in loose waves, and she was wearing an off shoulder dress in a dark rich color. Sia loved how different she looked in a dress. She stands confident and alluring, with one hand resting on her hip and the other on the side of the corset, emphasizing her small waist. The off-shoulder dress showcases her bare shoulders and neck, while the corset draws the eye to her ample bust and hourglass figure. The dress' fabric shimmers in the light, enhancing the richness of its color and adding to the overall glamour of the look. She completes the outfit with strappy high heels and

The sun was still on the horizon, and it would probably stay there for the next many hours, just like it always did on my birthday. I looked down the stairs where Sicca and Nicolais stood, talking to each other in hushed tones. Sicca noticed me first, his eyes focusing on me before a smile broke out on his face. He, himself, was dressed immaculately. Wearing an icy blue tunic, which was buttoned all the way up to his throat. It was made out of a stiff fabric, which made it look more like a button-down shirt, but not entirely. It shone in the light, making me think it was made out of silk or something like that. It had been carefully embroidered, with white symbols and figures traipsing all o

The posterns groaned open. Cowrie’s white cloak fluttered in the breeze as her horse trotted through the arch. She leaned forward, eyes darting between scorched walls, familiar stone, unfamiliar damage. Solenne followed behind her on a mare, and behind them, Ruhan, covered in dust, a satchel slung across his shoulder. I moved down the steps fast. Cowrie dropped down before her horse even stopped. I caught her before she stumbled. She threw her arms around me. “You’re alive,” she said, voice muffled against my neck.