Jeans Pria Novels & Stories

The jeans were the star of the outfit, though, loud in a soft way, like they were saying, yeah, I’m different—and that’s the point. Bianca regarded Jamie’s outfit with interest as she reclined comfortably. Suddenly aware of Bianca’s perusal, Jamie looked up, grinned, and went back to her playlist. Her jeans weren’t just clothes—they were a mood, a throwback, a DIY daydream that said she didn’t want to blend in. And in a sea of basic skinny jeans, she didn’t. She’s got her Mumma’s beauty, her Pappa’s spunk, thought Bianca in wonder as she shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep with a sigh.

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

I looked at her and she is already dressed. Jymia looked magnificent. She is wearing a purple sleeveless aso ebi, which shows off her cleavage and her legs. She match her outfit with a purple gele (hair wrap) and purple high heels. Her makeup is a gallery of purple; glittery eyeshadow, long lashes, eyebrows, eye-contacts, and earrings. Even her nails were purple. The only thing that is not purple are her smokey lips and the purse she is holding. “Before you say it, I know I look good. Don’t worry, you look good as well. Honestly, you look sexy. Kalisha is one lucky chika na.” She said.

He'd gotten down on one knee right there in the museum, with tears streaming down his face. The door burst open behind me, making me jump. "Holy shit, Ciara!" Pippa's voice cracked with emotion. She stood in the doorway wearing a deep purple bridesmaid dress that matched her freshly dyed hair perfectly. The color brought out the steel in her eyes. "You look like a fucking goddess."

Ciara ‘s voice was laced with concern,hoping that her friend hadn't done something stupid. “You'll find out as soon as we meet” she said, ending the call. She glanced down at her attire and contemplated on going out with it or changing to something more appropriate. She decided to go with something else even though it was already late and the playground will be empty by this time. She rummaged through the closet and pulled out a pair of tight fitted jeans and a purple off shoulder blouse.

Against her better judgment and the promise she had made to herself, Peyton had let Mia ‘do her up. The dress was short. Super short. Peyton was afraid to make any sudden moves just in case the people around her got a lot more than they bargained for. At least she wasn’t wearing a g-string. She could be thankful for small mercies. The panties that she was wearing didn’t cover a whole lot more considering they were sheer, but at least she didn’t have a string of dental floss up her arse. “Peyton?” Peyton turned and smiled up at Daniel. He’d lost the glasses and the suit and wore a pair of designer jeans and a button-down shirt.

Jade stated, her tone of voice sounded like she was getting at something else. “Neither does getting rejected.” Jillian snapped, giving Jade a fierce look. “Drop it Jade, not now. Look Jordyn.” Jordyn glanced in the mirror. Her dress was white with a slight purple shimmer. It looked like two pieces of material barely wrapped her breasts, forming an x across her chest. Her stomach was bare and the x attached to a floor length skirt at the top of her hip bones. “You look like a goddess.” Myra stated, clapping her hands excitedly, quickly returning to help Jillian finish pinning her hair up in an elegant yet still kind of messy and curly bun.

They'd never been nearly as expensive as the things Miguel had bought her, and she wondered if she would become desensitized to his budget, or lack thereof, as well. The last thing she needed to find was pants to wear. On a shelf, out in the open, laid a stack of jeans, all in different shades of blue. She held each one up, noting the different leg styles and how soft they felt. They definitely weren't the thick Levis she grew up wearing. Jade tried each pair on and then stepped onto the pedestal. She gave a small twirl, getting a view from every angle in the mirrors. They all were comfortable and fit perfectly. She hoped after she gave birth, she would be able to squeeze back into them. Oth

And completely fake. “Shoes, please.” Jen said, kneeling with heels that I wouldn’t bother calculating the cost. I slipped them on, wobbling and Miranda caught my elbows. ”Small steps first.” She coached. “You’ll get used to them.” I nodded. My hands started shaking again. I clasped them in front of me. “Perfect.” Priya’s voice from the doorway made me flinch. She stood there, clipboard in hand while scanning me head to toe. With a slow satisfying nod, “You look perfect. Oh you’re going to be the next big thing.”

“You will know” He left and went out. Almost after one hour, Priya came. She was wearing a Peach knee-length bodycon dress which accentuated her curves beautifully. Her sweater was tied on her waist, her long hair was tied in a ponytail and her sunglasses were on her hairline, her look was complete with Red wedges. She wore minimal makeup. Lipgloss was dubbed on her lips and she applied mascara. She looked stunning. Viren was in casuals as well. Full sleeved t-shirt paired with denim, and a jacket hung on his shoulder. He has packed their luggage as well.