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.

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.

"Fine, if you're daring enough to let the 'Fashion Police' take over, let's see what I can find." Eloise crosses her arms, a challenge in her eyes. "Go ahead, impress me." I glance around the store, trying to find something that strikes a balance between her comfort and looking presentable for the date. My eyes land on a simple, knee-length sundress with a subtle floral pattern. I grab it off the rack and hold it up. "How about this?" Eloise raises an eyebrow, inspecting the dress. "No way, this looks like something my grandma would wear."

Every few minutes, he turned his head to check the time on his phone. 5:47. He muttered under his breath and sat up. By six, Elodie had left the office. She stopped by a boutique, browsing through racks of dresses until she found the one that felt just right—a deep emerald green satin dress, soft and body-skimming, with a low back and delicate straps that kissed her shoulders. She picked a new perfume too—light, floral, with just enough warmth to linger. From there, she made a quick stop at the salon. Her hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded over her shoulders with a gentle bounce. Simple. Elegant.

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.”

Walking out of the dressing room, I got up and stood in front of the mirrors. “That looks good.” Ace said out loud. “It doesn’t do much for my figure but I can dance in it” “I don’t like that for you.” Emmy scrunched up her nose. “Oh good. I wasnt feeling it.” Now, Emmy was rocking a sweetheart strapless dress. It was a mermaid style but she didnt have the hips to fill it appropriately. “Not feeling that one either.” “Yeah, doesn’t do much for me.” Emmy agreed.

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.