I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Novels & Stories

She smiles, relieved "I've got to go, tell me how it all goes." "Alright, have f -- " I freeze, frowning at her. "What?" She asks, looking at me. "That shirt, it looks familiar." I say looking at it, I can't seem to remember where I've seen it before. "Oh, this, I got it in a store, old and thatched, I could get for you, if you need one, you like it?" She smiles, and I nod, as w esay bye, and I end the call.

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” “I am sorry, Miss,” Emily apologized sincerely. “If it is okay with you, I can lend you my other shirt? Or should I buy you a new one?” She rolled her eyes and pointed Emily’s shirt with printed words “I love EXO.” And then she asked, “And you expect me to wear that sh*t?” What? Sh*t? Did she just call Emily’s favorite Kpop’s merchandise a sh*t? Like magma in a volcano, Emily’s patience reached its peak.

The shirt looked like she was wearing a dress and above all, I think s he looked like a cute flustered little child. A cute child I wanted to keep safe and keep to myself forever

“I told you, you told me you didn’t want it anymore and I just liked it, I guess. So, I decided to wear it because this material is...” “This material is my all time favourite,” he drawled. “It’s softness, the way it caresses your skin and how light it is,” he traced the collar down to the top button before staring into her eyes. “Those are the qualities that I have always admired about it. Need I go on about why I wouldn’t be so quick to toss this shirt away?” He asked with an arched brow. “You want to know the one thing I really despise with every fibre of my being?”

she asked. "It's nice" "I will be taking it then", she went back into the dressing room and came out a few minutes later "you haven't taken anything" "I like travelling light, I wouldn't want to add extra bags to my luggage" " Okay, if you say so, but we are buying this shirt," she said bringing out two white matching shirts, which says 'i love NY' "This would be a souvenir for your trip to New York" "I will take it" I replied and we paid for everything we bought and went to meet the guys at the cafe.

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.

Perfectly. My lips stretched into a smile, seeing how good he looked in something I made. I had my doubts with it, especially considering the colours— creamy background with red, orange, green, blue and purple patterns and highlights. It turned out so much better than I imagined in my head, and it made my heart swell with pride. "And you said you're not good?" He asked, genuinely surprised. My blush deepened. "You like it?" "It's my favourite shirt now. Thank you so much."

Her selflessness and determination to make me happy, even at the expense of her own preferences, made my heart ache with gratitude. As I slipped into the dress, I felt a spark of excitement. It was a sequin dress, dazzling and perfect for a night out. I've always been a fan of glitters and vibrant colors, unlike Jess, who prefers more neutral tones. Her style is impeccable—simple yet elegant—and sometimes I envy how effortlessly chic she always looks.

"I'm a married woman, it's bad enough that I agreed to this thing. I don't want people thinking I'm desperate or something" "I'm pretty much sure that huge diamond on your finger will tell him otherwise" she teased and Dawn thinned her lips in a clear show of annoyance. "Okay whatever but It doesn't matter If you don't want to wear It but you're gonna want to look sexy because I heard Jacob is coming" She shrugged and sipped from her drink. "So?" "So... Don't you want to look pretty for your high school crush? I hear he's a model for Calvin Klein now, he must be hotter than the last time we saw him"

Seems the guards were not the only ones having such irritating thoughts towards Jaden but most of the girls working as bar attenders in the bar felt such ways towards Jaden. "Look, he's here again. That pathetic pauper." "Lol, he looks worse than than the red shirt he always wears when he comes around. I wonder what made him change his shirt today." "Wow, don't you remember, how could you forget so soon. His shirt got stained with blood yesterday." "Oh that's right. Must be his most expensive shirt tho. Hahaha! this one he's wearing looks like he borrowed it from a mad man." The girls made fun of him in loud voices not minding if he heard them or not. After all, why do they have to be scared