Cross Sans New Outfit Novels & Stories

Jessica and Cade threw glances at each other, wondering what Cruz could be planning but not being able to ask questions because he already requested them not to so they decided to do as told and just go upstairs to change their dresses. "Wear something smart, not fancy!" Cruz instructed, referring to Jessica just as she was about to climb the stairs. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him while Cade chuckled as climbed up the stairs. In a couple of minutes, Cade returned in short blue chinos trousers and a white shorts sleeve, round neck T-shirt while Jessica was in black hot pants and a milk asymmetric top tank. "You see, smart and fancy!" She complimented herself as she also came dow

Look for the boring car. My heart did a front flip. I grabbed my leather jacket and headed down. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, a sleek, black SUV was idling at the curb. The door opened before I even reached it, and Jaxson stepped out. He had traded his usual jersey wears for a pair of dark chinos and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that looked like they were carved from granite. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it in anticipation.

Mercedes and Crystal took the day off from all their activities to enjoy the day with the rest of the other people. Crystal was offering some of her unused dresses for Mercedes to don in the evening. She had many of them because Jake was such a big spender on her. She took out a medium puff short sleeves, low plunge neck, and medium length. It was flower-patterned and a perfect fit. Her hair was in a French braid decorated with some flowers to add to the look. She put on a simple crescent moon pendant and mid-calf gladiator sandals.

tumbling from my lips. Veronica looked between the two of us, seemingly bewildered, and then she too nodded. “Cash or card?” She asked. “Cash, please,” Cyrus said, brushing past me and sweeping up to the till. He was dressed elegantly, I noticed, wearing a sleek, long coat that wasn’t entirely dissimilar to mine. Beneath it, however, he was wearing a normal, plain jumper and a pair of black jeans, though they were cut in a subtly different way to the clothes I was used to seeing. They looked expensive, and perhaps foreign – a little more fashionable than the charity shops Harper and I frequented.

My world seemed to have gone into a slow motion. I stopped from strutting and so does Nikki and Jane. Xavier was wearing a very simple outfit, nothing really extravagant but the air within him felt like he’s the man and the moment. Maybe I was a bit biased with that, I don’t know. He was just wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of khaki pants perfectly matched with a pair of red shoes but it’s working pretty much cohesively. I noticed he put some wax on his hair and brushed it up giving such a nice clean and clear vision of his modelesque facial features. He looked as if he was walking the runway at Paris Fashion week.

And even if she can fork out cash from the Cross Group, it would be impossible at the moment because of her on going project. When the media spotted the now almost homeless Rex Cross that looked pleasant to the eyes, they started to take photos of him. However, most people eagerly took photos because they noticed that he might have worn high quality fakes to attend the wedding banquet. There was no way the Rex Cross now can afford a suit that expensive. They were curious and they found the scene embarrassing for him, so they took lots of photos. When Daniel saw that Hilda's new boyfriend came dressing in high quality replicas, he found it understandable.

Before he could continue, I took long strides towards Mr Cross and his car. “See you tomorrow then!” He yelled behind me, and I waved without looking back. Walking closer to Mr Cross, I couldn’t help but check out his outfit. He was out of his suit from this morning and was wearing his white ironed T-shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his lower arms. Two of his chest buttons were undone, slightly exposing his tattoos. “Mr Cross,” I called as soon as I got closer to him, and I realized he had his eyes on Charles.

Austin and Harlan are dressed in ratty old clothes while Cyrus is wearing normal clothes. I look at him confused and I ask, “Cyrus why are you wearing normal clothes that you wear every day? Are you not worried that the clothes will be ruined when you turn because they will tear?” he laughs and Austin and Harlan both look like they have this big secret between them.

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

He’s lucky Xachariah was out of the country when all that crap went down with Charity yesterday. Cassius looks hot as hell in his laid back cowboy attire, and I’m taken by surprise when I arrive at the stables. He’s wearing tight, faded cowboy pants, paired with boots and a fitted blue t-shirt. His hair, once styled with gel, is now disheveled after taking a shower. I have to admit; I prefer him this way.