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“I think it looks more like a lightning bolt but yes. It’s silver and it's jagged.” “Mine too. I’m Robyn,” she adds shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.” She doesn’t even take the gold from the wooden bar, just places her hand in mine. Then she turns, grabs a maroon cloak and walks out. A weirdly giddy high hits me. This is a good decision.

Sera Gabriele moved toward me wearing nothing but a robe—a nice one. Something made of soft, cool fabric so unlike the tattered robe wrapped around me. I had no idea what time it was, but he looked like he’d slept and showered. At least he’d be clean when he forced himself on me, not that that even mattered. “Take off the robe,” he commanded in an emotionless voice that sent a chill skittering up my spine. I hesitated a second too long and anger flashed through his eyes as he stalked forward and yanked me into a seated position.

, I was only clad in a flimsy night robe, the one I recently got as a gift from a female employee of mine. It was so beautiful, I had to, now, I'm fucking asking myself, who wore me this robe, cause I never planned in wearing this, it's too revealing, at least, maybe when my best friend, Adrian, was gone, not while he was still around, and he's the only male loitering around and inside my house. It would fucking make an impression that Adrian was more than a best male friend to me, but who cares?, I rhetorically asked myself.

Ren got off the bed and began pulling my arm for me to get up. I sat up on the side of the bed with my legs dangling down as I watched Ren walk off to fetch me a robe. I looked down at my disheveled clothes and realized that I couldn’t possibly walk outside dressed like this. “Wear this,” Ren said as he handed me a deep red silk robe. Thankfully, due to its dark color and thick fabric, the robe provided enough cover for me to look presentable. I quickly put it on and after inspecting myself in the mirror and adjusting my hair, I was ready to venture out of my own bedroom.

"Gideon, did you claim that you can refine a Soul Preservation Pill? Do you even think before you speak?" Gideon couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply moved on and unveiled the Johnsby royal family's offering. It was a robe. Evan explained, "Gideon, don't underestimate this white robe. It's made from a special material with exceptional defensive capabilities. It's resistant to fire and water, impervious to blades and spears, and extremely tough. "For a battle maniac like you, having a durable outfit might save you from a lot of awkward situations." "Excellent!" Gideon was quite pleased. Running his hand over the robe, he could feel a smooth, warm texture. Clearly, it had some bodily nou

A black fabric used for my ceremonial robe. With silver linings to represent the royalty. This robe was worn by my father on his mating ceremony, and his father, and his father's father. I was dressed and ready. I pushed the door open, and there he was.. Trevor. Waiting for me. Who else, would I have than my most trusted friend and my Beta to walk by my side. “Are you ready?” he asked, his lips curled up to a smirk. “Yeah!” I stepped out of my room, slamming the door hard behind me.

And the worst part is I’m not trying to take it back. I glance down at my robe. I can’t go out like this,” I whisper, gesturing helplessly to the robe. “You can’t just parade me around in… this.” “Parade you?” his voice dips lower. “If I wanted to parade you, bambina, I’d take you down the street in nothing at all.” My breath catches as heat floods my cheeks. “But I don’t intend to. You’re mine, and I don’t want people looking at you. If I could, I’d have you in the penthouse, on my bed, naked and trembling all the time.”

She'd been able to punch down his walls, and she knew he wouldn't back away now. He weighed the consequences of his next move and ordered. "Take off your robe." Her pussy clenched at his command. His eyes were impatient as they rested on her, watching her trembling hands slowly undo the belt around her robe. "Stunning." He muttered when she slid the robe off her body, his eyes following the movement as it landed on the floor. They stayed on the robe for a while- it was one of the gifts Maribel gave her when she came to Velmark. As she looked at it lying poorly on the tiles, it felt as though it carried her presence, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in guilt.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" I shrug. "I like the feel of the sheets against my skin." Ever since I bought my own house, I've foregone any clothing at night. It feels... freeing. And it's my house, so I can do whatever I want. He curses under his breath and shoves the gun into his waistband. Then he gives me a slow once-over. The air between us electrifies as we stare at each other. Not giving any thought to the repercussions, I release the edges of the fabric and allow the robe to part. The luxurious material clings to the tips of my breasts, giving Roman a full view of my body.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙