Hermes Novelas e Histórias

All of the beautiful girls immediately had a different impression of Danny. This person was really very generous. Alice, the goddess who had always been very cold to everyone else, could not help but glance at Danny at this time. “It’s not that expensive. My dad knows the manager at Hermes very well, so I bought it for only seven thousand nine hundred dollars.” Danny smiled as he enjoyed the admiring gaze that everyone was giving him at this time. Even though Naomi really despised Danny, she took it in her hand without saying anything else. “The Hermes Rumble is actually the latest bag launched by Hermes

The man who had spoken earlier cleared his throat, but his wife was staring intently at my chair. ​"That’s a lovely Hermès Kelly II Sellier, dear," she spoke with a nasty kind of politeness. "But aren't those impossible to find? I heard the waiting list is years long, and they only offered a few to their top clients this season, which makes me wonder if yours is a very convincing knock-off?"

But as soon as I made the move, I could hear his steps retreating backwards hurriedly which was quite alarming. “Till we see again Dellarosa” He said and at the snap of the finger he was gone, and in that instant the lights came on. Then an unfamiliar scent hit my nostrils. It was a strong Cologne, a cocktail of cedarwood and Jasmine but nothing like Fabri's. I didn't need to stay a whole year with Fabri to know that he stuck to a particular scent. “Dellarosa” Fabri never called me by my surname, so definitely whoever I'd just spoken to wasn't Fabri. If that wasn't Fabri, who was it and where the hell was Fabri?

He projected an air of generosity, as if he had done Renee a massive favor. Renee chuckled. "Herman, even if I don't mind, it doesn't mean I'll cooperate with you. I don't believe this was just a misunderstanding. And as for the Hermes bag? I'm not exactly in need of one." She was on the verge of expressing her indifference towards Herman's wealth. She wanted him to fuck off. “Don't act all high and mighty. You're telling me you don't appreciate a Hermes bag worth over a hundred thousand dollars?" Herman retorted, his face quickly reddening with frustration. "I'll even throw in a BMW X5. You should act smart.”

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

I asked, genuinely baffled. Sugar gasped so dramatically you’d think I just confessed to murder. “Did you hear that, Leon? She doesn’t know Hermès. We are doomed.” Gregor’s lip twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Margaux was obsessed with fashion. You’d have to at least… pretend.” “Fine.” I huffed. “This Hermit bag is last seashell, darling.” Both of them groaned in unison. “It’s Hermès, not hermit!” Sugar clutched her chest. “Not a crab, sweetheart, a bag. Say it with me: air-mez.”

“Thank you, James. I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Just let me take care of you.” --- Their next stop was Hermès, where James’s penchant for extravagance reached new heights. The boutique’s sales associates, accustomed to catering to wealthy clientele, were nevertheless astonished by the sheer scale of his purchases. “This one,” James said, pointing to a limited-edition Birkin bag crafted from matte Himalayan crocodile leather. “And that one.” He gestured toward another bag in a vibrant cobalt blue.

A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive. "What does that one mean?" I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian. "It means to seduce and destroy," He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile. He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.

"Do you like this one, miss?" Selene stammered, "I-I just think it looks nice, that's all." The sales assistant wasn’t about to miss this opportunity, and promptly took the handbag from the display. "If you think it looks nice, that means you like it. Just looking isn’t enough! You have to feel it to know the quality! This handbag is Hermes's latest model, made of crocodile leather with a streamlined design! This design even won an international award!" the sales assistant explained passionately.

Capri had a healthy habit for the finer things. Only if health insurance would support her retail therapy, she would be cured of all misery. To her anyways! Her favorite stores were Neimans, saks and Bloomingdale’s. She didn’t care too much about the outfits so Marshalls was the go to and one would think she was addicted to that place. She could make anything look good with that figure of hers. Her shoes and bags however were all the top designers. It was an understatement to say the girl who only had one pair of shoes now had many. Moreover, she bust a** to get where she was, she absolutely deserved to enjoy the fruits of her labor.