His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

I patted his thigh and rushed to head outside to get my clothes. "Robes are hanging by the door," Rune said, staring at my ass. I glanced over at him and grabbed one off a hook and wrapped it around myself. I lifted the other and asked him if he wanted it. He shrugged and I headed back over to the couch tossing it to him. He grabbed it and simply used it to cover his dick.

“Ofcourse Mine!” I stood without a word, swallowing the bitter taste rising in my throat, and walked to the closet tucked into the corner of the room. His scent hit me the moment I opened the door. I saw a leather and Cedar. I found the robe folded on the shelf and brought it to him without meeting his gaze. Ms. Blackwood took it from my hands like I wasn’t even standing there. “I’ve got it,” she said with a smile that never reached her eyes. I backed away, hands empty now, heart aching.

“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.

Something that wasn't plastered to her skin like a second layer. In the wardrobe, a different section from the rest of his clothes his robes were hung and he picked one—oversized, soft. He pulled it out, the fabric heavy in his hands, and returned to the bed with the resigned determination of a man walking toward his own execution. "Right," he said to the ceiling, to God, to anyone who might be listening. "I can do this. I can absolutely do this." He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. The robe lay across his lap like a shield. Or maybe a white flag.

I was working on his thick outer robe, when the door opened and he entered, accompanied by Fabian and the other two Sentinels, both of whom now looked fully recovered. Their eyes flicked to me with polite deference before they bowed and moved past, disappearing into the back room. Our eyes met. My stomach tightened. I swallowed, dropping my eyes to the robe in my lap. “Is that my robe?” My gaze snapped back to him. Heat crept to my neck. “Yes… um… just a little stitching.” His brows drew together. “But why would you do that?” “I figured you would wear it when we leave here,” I said quietly, lifting the garment slightly to show the neat rows of thread closing the worst of the tears. “This sto

I looked at my old friend and gave him a coy smile. “That’s the spirit,” He smiled back at me reading my expression wrongly. Gregorio gave me a knowing look, unsure of which way this event was going to go. Rostam come hurrying back in, the royal red ceremony robe in hand accompanied by a member of the court who held the golden crown with all its sparkly jewels on a cushion of red velvet. It was all too fancy for someone who had lived their life as a minimalist for the past 13-plus years. “Brother, will you stand by my side?” I asked Rostam as they placed the heavy and long robe over my shoulders.

With ears throbbing like the red siren of a fire engine, I glared back at the Tribal Queen and asked her, "Why would anyone make robes meant for the royalty like Kim Kardashian's dress ?!" "Like father, like son,” she rolled her eyes before grabbing back the robe from my hands. "I am starting to think that you picked up the old man's foolishness rather than going after me .... ,” she huffed and kept her ranting monologue on about me and her husband with “colourful” words, while she draped the thin robe around my body with remarkable skill. Once I saw myself in the mirror, I could not help myself from admiring my own damn body !

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

“I never gave you permission to wear my things.” Actually, I had purchased two of those robes in matching colours for me and Nathan’s second year anniversary. The image of it on Claire’s flawless body is like a knife plunged through my chest. “Oh, I’m sorry. I never thought you’d bother over something as insignificant as a cheap robe.” She doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic. I try to speak but something interesting catches my eyes and I pause. There’s an… object in the corner, draped in a decorative red ribbon.

The plate part of the bracelet is made from a jade stone, rare for a place like Ny’Thal but also a color that Robin loves. Robin does not take it off but instead places his hand down so that the item is not in his field of vision. Instead, he tugs on the wool blanket provided for him and turns around so that he faces a wall instead of the bunk bed ceiling. However, from the corner of his eye, a bright light braces from a cracked open door. The obstruction is enough to make his mind timid from the recent events. Even so, he manages to shift his body to the side of his bumped bed. Those small feet of his slap down on the stony floor but the coldness from the contraction of the outside elements