It's A 10 Silk Novels & Stories

The White Silk ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The wedding dress was a masterpiece of Capital tailoring, woven from the finest arachnid silk and embroidered with thousands of tiny, crushed diamonds. It cascaded to the marble floor like a waterfall of pure, blinding light. It was the most expensive, exquisite garment I had ever seen. ​It felt exactly like a shroud.

If you let him see it, he couldn't figure it out. "This is a fragrant Saffron Silk. It can't be bought on the market now, but he knows the master who can make this kind of cloth. I want to invite him back." When it came to the clothes and the design, her face was always shining. "This kind of material is soft and thin. It can't wrinkle and is particularly drooping. It's very suitable for the summer clothes." When it came to her own realm, she was always able to talk about it with ease.

, she nods her head and excuses herself from the room, gently shutting the door behind her. I pick the purple dress, examining it. The dress is a stunning shade of purple, it’s made out of silk and it’s a knee-length dress. The cut is flattering, hugging my curves and flowing out in a soft A-line. The silk fabric is luxurious, it shimmers in the light and feels so soft against my palm, as I run my hands against it. I really like the gown, the fact that it’s made out of silk and it’s purple makes me love it even more. I’ll feel so comfortable wearing the gown since it’s made out of silk.

DONATELLA'S POV I held the silk up to the light and examined the weave. The color was perfect, I'd gone with a deep emerald that would highlight the model’s skin but the texture felt wrong. "ANDREA." I called across the workshop. "This isn't what I ordered. This is poly-blend, not pure silk." Andrea rushed over, held up the silk. “I bought it from the store you asked me to.” “Are you sure?” I narrowed my eyes. “Because this material looks and feels very cheap.”

Sheer teal silk with gold embroidered cutouts. “What the fuck are you on about now? Why would it evolve? It’s not an anim-. Holy fucking shit…those old bats have lost their ever-loving minds. Yeah, that’s a fat fucking no. Might as well just bend you over the dining table with ‘Please Fuck Me’ written across your ass,” At first, the blond had sauntered through Azrin’s room to take a closer look at the offending raiment, before devolving into his usual happy place -Pissed.

Mother, I have no wish to play the spoiled princess, but I absolutely cannot stand this fabric next to my skin any longer! "The young lady is right, Amethyst. The fabric has yet to be treated and softened and is rather itchy." Stepping back, the seamstress crossed her arms and appeared to be in deep concentration, when she suddenly snapped her fingers. "I know. I have a bolt of the same material that has been cleaned and treated for softness and is a lovely shade of pale blue." Turning, she left the room and came back with a bolt of beautiful material. The pale blue was almost sparkling. When Violet, the seamstress got closer, she realized why. It was shot through with very fine threads of g

Truly exquisite. "Mister, you surely do have a charming taste in clothes. This piece is a summer collection called Silk butterfly, due to its luminous texture and the it's made from finely weaved, silk fabric with strings of silver chains to represent elegance and nobility". The female attendant flattered, certain that the clothe had caught this customer's interest. "Given that you have a great figure, i'm certain that it would look absolutely great on you." After how much he had picked out today, there's no way she was letting him off the hook. Afterall,the more he bought the more her tips would skyrocket. Just the thought of having such a large sum made her feel ecstatic.

It's a sultry, form-fitting silhouette that leaves just enough to the imagination. The dress is a deep shade of midnight black, a color that not only flatters the figure but also radiates a sense of mystery and intrigue. The fabric is a sensuous combination of silk and lace, creating a mesmerizing interplay of textures against the skin. The sweetheart neckline reveals a hint of décolletage, teasing with a subtle allure.

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

I know the kind of price tags they use. “It’s… silk.” I hold up the first carefully folded layer of cloth inside the box. The fabric feels so unbelievably soft, pouring between my hands as I spread it out. “A silk scarf.” Hazel whistles low. “Damn. Dude is not fooling around! Was that it?” Good question. In true Pasha style, it’s not the only thing in the box. There are two buttery soft cashmere scarves, a handwoven fine linen scarf, and a heavy-but-warm raw silk scarf at the bottom.