His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

“I don't want to eat .. Let's just go to the seamstresses to request robes and see if there are any works for us to buy.” We enter a shop and it is just quiet. Looks like no one has noticed Logan yet. I walked over to the robe works and there was a blue robe that grabbed my attention. It also has a dragon robe match partner. They seem to have been made for a king and queen. When I looked at Logan he was also staring at that thing. Without hesitation I took those and then brought them to the man who had observed us earlier. "I would like to take these two robes." Theo was holding my waist as we looked at the man. But I noticed that the man's face changed quickly.

he said. “Yes, uh, thank you.” I lowered the knife from a defensive position. I also realized I was wearing next to nothing and my face heated. “There is a robe in the closet,” he said grumpily, apparently reading my discomfort. I wondered if anger was his normal mode or if it was me. I kept half an eye on him and went to the closet. The robe was a revolting shiny pink material but felt amazing when I slipped it on. “Do you know the time?” I asked.

I have to be… I ran my hand over the delicately crafted robes taking in their beauty. I noticed the slight changes that had been made in the design compared to the original ones I had. I can’t believe it… I bit my lower lip as I shook my head completely speechless. He really did it- He got me robes. It was too much for me. I think I’m going to lose it. I hugged the robes tightly as I cried. I have robes again! And they mean so much. Such a simple thing but it’s so important to me. “This means- So much- To me…” I croaked as I ran my hand over the fabric again. I hadn’t realized that he had gotten up and was next to me now. He slipped his left arm around my waist as I fawned over the sweet ges

I asked, still laughing. He looked down at his outfit, an expression of mock offense crossing his face. “Hey, now, I happen to like this robe,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yours is over there, you will have to put it on too,” he added, a hint of mischief in his voice. I stopped laughing, my smile disappearing as I realized I will also have to put it on. I slowly picked up the robe, turning it over in my hands. It was made of the scratchiest fabric I had ever felt, and the colors were even worse up close.

I was thankful that the mirror over the sink couldn’t be seen when I barely opened the door and offered him my clothes in exchange for a fluffy white robe. I cocked my head after shutting the door, looking at the robe. While it looked soft, it also looked like it was made for a giant. “Obvio morona…” I smacked my forehead. Clay is a giant compared to me. A Greek statue I want to touch even when I know I shouldn’t. “Stay till you have dry clothes, then get an uber and get out of here,” I muttered to myself as I slipped the robe on.

The bruises on his body that the mirror reflected once he removed his shirt were nothing strange to him. "I guess it's time to say goodbye to this house and get moving. By now, the elders might have sent someone to finish the job by killing Snow, and they may also send someone here to see if Mr. William did his job. With my current condition, if that person meets me here, I would be a dead wolf." Angel mumbled. A few minutes later, he was out of the shower and in his room. He grabbed a black turtleneck long-sleeve shirt to hide the wounds on his body and black jeans from his closest and wore them.

I said flatly. He looked at me in question. “You're insane.” “Perhaps. But at least I'm charming and roguishly handsome.” “You look like a lunatic in a garbage bag.” “It's a cloak,” he snapped, scowling and loosening the cowl. The robe dripped shadows as he removed it. Without warning, he threw it at me. I caught it and gasped. It was slick like water and downy soft; layers of it seemed to glide through my fingers. Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing.

he said into her ear. “That bad already?” Her head rested on his chest for a second until she pulled away. “Not terrible,” he said, looking down at her. “Just not great. You, however, look fantastic.” She was wearing a silky pink dress that flattered her golden brown skin . . . and the rest of her body. “Keep looking at me like that, and we’ll have no problem convincing people we’re dating.” She grinned up at him. Oh God, he was such an asshole.

Fuck that! My temper was getting the better of me again as I struggled with how to bring us back together on the issue. One idea came to mind of how I might accomplish it, though. I could tear off that yellow silk robe she had on and fuck her into next week, and then we could have this conversation, or argument, or whatever the hell this shit was right here. That might work.

I stood still, unsure of what to say. A shiver ran down my spine when his fingers brushed against my bare shoulder. Cyrus threw me a look, letting me know that he caught that reaction. My face warmed from embarrassment, eyes casted down while I cursed my body for betraying me like that. “You must be cold.” He breathed out. I nodded, biting my lips. Was he trying to help me save my face? No, he’s not that nice… Where did he even get this robe from? “You should cover yourself properly.”