It's A 10 Silk Novels & Stories

“You’re really doing this metaphors thing.” “Just until you fire me.” He remarked, sliding along the rack. “Silk organza for volume without weight… a shot of Mikado if you want structure… and-” He quickly drew out a bolt of midnight velvet fabric in the air. One that looked so good you can’t help but gawk. “This is for the one look you’ll pretend not to care about while secretly knowing it’s the showstopper.” Mae touched it, star struck. “We’ll need horsehair braid for hems if we want a sweep, Madam.”

It gave off a soft, steady warmth that made my soul feel strong and completely calm. I took a slow, deep breath, smoothing down the front of my dress. Tonight, I was not wearing a simple cloak or a plain strategic outfit. I was wearing a breathtaking, custom gown made of dark, midnight-blue silk. The fabric looked like the deep night sky just before the full moon rises. It fit my body like a second skin, clinging gently to every soft curve of my waist and hips before flowing down to the marble floor in smooth, elegant waves. Tiny silver crystals were sewn into the dark silk, sparkling like brilliant stars every time I took a step.

Leah I hesitated, then lifted the lid. Inside lay a gown—black as midnight, woven from something impossibly fine. Tiny moonstones were stitched into the fabric, catching the light in soft, silvery pulses. I stared. “This is…” “Moon-goddess silk,” he said, shaking it out and holding it up to me. The material shimmered against my skin in the mirror. His long fingers traced the neckline idly—deliberately. “Light protection against wolfsbane. Thought you might need it tonight.”

Silk in shades of ice blue, muted silver, pale lavender— Lifted. Separated. Taken. Placed carefully under a tag: LYDIA VALE - SUMMER FEATURE A second rack was wheeled toward Seraphine. Slower. Less careful. The zipper slid open. Red. Not the deep, controlled red of power. Not the structured crimson of elegance. No. This was— Loud. Flame-orange undertones. Glossy fabric that caught light too sharply. Cuts that leaned toward dramatic instead of refined. The kind of collection that could easily become…

The bodice has a Queen-Anne neckline, which fits to her chest perfectly. It skims over her breasts elegantly and modestly. Her shoulders are covered with wide ruched silk straps, in the same teal as the sleeves. The skirt of the dress is also silk, but with layers of tuille underneath to make it poofy. The silk of the skirt goes from the same teal as the bodice, in a smoky ombre effect down to shiny gold at the hem, which just skims the floor in her bare feet. Her heels are simple metallic gold leather that’s so shiny they could be metal.

The makeup artist has done a great job covering my dark circles, she's given my face so much color that it doesn't look like I cried my eyes out last night. I graze my hands over my dress, the soft material feels great under my finger tips. It's an ivory color sleeveless one-Shoulder floor length silk dress. It fit's to my body like a second skin, accentuating my curves. My hair are left open, I glance at my bare neck and empty ears, I need to wear the jewellery and reach the church.

Not only did he belong but he also had started his family. X thought about it, he had gave his wife a gift but not her mother! He quickly thought, what he had left that would be a gift great enough for Alyisha. Slowly X took the cord that was used to fasten his hair, off. He stood and looked at, it was fine black silk. There was gold fibers that had been sowed into the edges of the cord. Ever two finger widths, were blue jade beads. There was a total of ten beads, with eight in the middle and one on each end.

she says. “I have candles, but I meant them for wax play, will those suffice?” I ask. “Yes, Now the cording should be silk and the knot needs to remain. With multiple mates I could use the same cord and knot it once with each of you, then we can use it in decorating our home, as long as the cord is long enough,” She says. I think of the shibari ropes, but then remember that I bought one rope of red silk, thinking the color would look delectable against her fair skin.

Either way, I didn’t want to try on any others. The details on it are exquisite. It has long sleeves with silk buttons from my elbow to my wrist. The neckline leaves a lot to the imagination. It cuts right under my collarbones in a straight line, but it fits so perfectly that the curves of my breasts is still visible through the ivory silk fabric.

I apologized to him, to which he laughed and said, "No problem, keep it." It looks pretty classy, though,” I remarked skeptically. When I wanted to give it to him, he refused with his hand. "It doesn't just look classy, it is classy. This is honan silk, a very valuable fabric from Japan. If you look closely, you'll see that it's laced with platinum and gold threads around the edges,” the samurai informed me. "Then I really can't accept it. It's way too valuable," I said, but he said, "But I want to give it to you. So you have something that will always remind you of me."