Emo Clothes Female Novels & Stories

She asked a question; “How old are you?” “Thirty-two” “I have a few tips,” Emelda said and paused for a while. “This might not sound good in your ears but you must be eager to learn…did you get that?” she hesitated before continuing. “The way you dress matters. Umm….do you know some people dress in such a way that no man can feel anything for them? They cover all of their body like a masquerade. And no matter how much we pretend, men are first attracted by what they see. And hey, I am not telling you to expose every part of your body; only make sure there is enough open to whet their appetite”

She couldn’t believe Rainn had gone back and gotten it. Actually .. she could. Em was shocked when she saw there was more in the bag. She was going to have to buy Rainn more stuff. She found a lounge outfit… a sweater and some pants that were soft as a cloud. A tshirt and another pair of wide legged lounge pants…. A silver chain necklace … and some cozy boot house shoes. Em stared and stared at all her goodies before immediately calling Rainn back again. “Rainn. You spent way too much on me. This is nuts!! I love it all!!” Em told her.

Eleanor said. "I love it," Olivia said. "It's not you," Chloe said. Emma looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful. But it wasn't her. "Next," Emma said. --- The second dress was simple. A-line. Sleeveless. No beading, no lace, just white silk that flowed like water. Emma stepped onto the pedestal. She looked in the mirror. She looked like herself. Olivia peeked through the curtain. "Can we see?" Emma walked out.

They complimented her beautifully. “I designed them myself,” Em mentioned once she noticed me taking in her appearance. “My friend Tony did them. He doesn’t go to this school, but he’s part of my pack.” “They are really cool,” I said to her. I felt a little out of place with my own basic style. I wore a black dress that hung loosely off my body and rested just above my knees. My hair was left down and fell lazily around my shoulders. I didn’t have any piercings other than my ears, and I had no tattoos.

Emily stood in front of the large mirror, staring at the red dress she held with hesitation. The dress, adorned with pearl straps, was stunning and undeniably sexy. She hesitated to try it on because the low-cut neckline might expose her ample cleavage. "Try it on, Em. It looks beautiful," Eleanor encouraged, already dressed in her black gown. Emily nodded slowly. "Okay," she said, removing her kimono and deciding to try on the dress. Once she put it on, she was surprised at how perfectly it fit. The bright color and elegant cut made her look incredibly beautiful and sexy.

Her dimple below her right lower lip emphasized more as she smiled widely. "Are you serious? To be honest, I would like to ask about the shade of your lipstick at that time 'cause I cannot find that kind of shade. I like your style, you look so classy. If I am not mistaken, your puff sleeve dress is one of the latest editions of El Apparel?" I slightly nodded. I kinda felt fluttered. "This is Mom's personal design," I said while looking in the details and quality of my brown-puff-sleeve-knitted dress.

She makes it upstairs before I do, and I wait on the bed of the guestroom for her. “Oh my God,” Emelia exhales loudly. The door to the bathroom opens and she's fanning herself as she approached the mirror on the wall beside the bed. “I nearly peed myself.” she snorts, zipping her pants up. I like Emelia's style, her outfits forever have a classy, causal and not a try hard vibe. Emelia turns to me, “Do you have any new tops I can borrow? This one has juice all over it.” “Yeah, I actually have a few bags from the new Caliper collection, you can grab something.”

“Let’s go in there!” Emmy squealed as she dragged me into the first store. It was Varanasi. We had each picked out three dresses. All of Emmys were exactly like she talked about. Mine were all very different styles. The first one was a dark green thin strapped dress with a deep V. It was tight around my waist and then went straight down. The slit came up to my mid-thigh. Walking out of the dressing room, I got up and stood in front of the mirrors.

Although she was a bit old, that did not stop Emelia from wearing a t-shirt, combat trousers, and boots. She even had dark glasses on, while her hair was packed in a ponytail. Anyone who saw her would say she was overly dressed, for someone who was going nowhere. However, Emelia Scott did not care about what people said. Even in her old age, she was the perfect definition of a drama queen.

Her skin was flawless, with a subtle glow that seemed to radiate from within. Elma's dress was a masterpiece of design, with intricate lace details and a subtle sparkle that caught the light. It was a deep, rich blue color that complemented her skin tone perfectly, and it hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was floor-length, with a subtle train that flowed behind her like a river of silk.