Novel & Cerita Just One More Chapter Shirt

Kaira said handing me an outfit that was neatly folded. "What's that?" I asked taking it. "it's a chitenge shirt. Mel will be wearing the same thing. In a dress ofcourse," I unfolded it and it was a light blue traditional shirt with white designs that looked like flowers and also had wavy white lines in between the flowers. There were some specks of orange in between the white lines. "Wear it and let's see if it fits!" I wore it and it fit me like it was just made for me,

Maybe he would even look better in them. Alex saw a sleeveless white shirt and a long pair of black jeans on his bed. He wasn’t sure he would like the shirt. Where were the sleeves? There were meant to be sleeves?! The sleeveless shirt said; Damn, that’s good. Maybe he could exchange with someone but the percent of that happening was zero. He was sure not talking to Miles, and Justin who was already admiring his red short-sleeved shirt and pair of deep blue jeans. That was not happening.

“Oh, dear Emily, wake up! This room isn’t yours. They only let you live here.” Before Emily could respond, Nancy raised her right hand, and Emily’s blood ran cold. In her grasp was a familiar piece of clothing. Charles’s shirt. The one Emily had kept for years, back when she was still just an ordinary girl who admired him from afar. She had treasured it secretly, never meaning for anyone to find it. Nancy’s smile widened, cruel and satisfied. “Oh, what do we have here? Seriously? Charles’s shirt?” Emily’s pulse quickened. “Give it back!” she said sharply, stepping forward. For her, it was her deep secret. A shameful one if the owner or anyone would caught her.

I asked, watching as he pulled out one pristine and perfectly pressed shirt and then another, holding them against his person as though there was some discernable difference between them. Marco thrust both shirts towards me, his head tilted on one side. "Which should I wear?" I frowned, leaning forward for a closer look. Ah—the collar on the first shirt was slightly wider and there was a very faint white stripe shot through the fabric of the second. "That one," I told him, pointing at the second shirt.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

“Uh… t-thank you for the shirt.” The guy turned to her and looked at her from head to toe, making Millie a bit uneasy who was wearing a lousy black shirt with the words ‘I Love New York…’ printed on it. “Looks good on you.” He smirked then turned back on the fry pan he was holding. “I promise to give it back to you tomorrow.” “Oh. No need. That’s an extra. It actually comes together with this shirt.” He suddenly pointed at his shirt which read, ‘I am New York!’ “Couple shirt. Pretty cool, huh?”

I can't help but wonder what has ignited such fury within him. My mate's actions once again leave me bewildered. Without a word, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt, the fabric parting under his skilled fingers. As I watch him, a knot of confusion forms in my stomach, noticing something peculiar. The shirt he's removing is the same one he wore yesterday. A wave of bewilderment washes over me. Does he own multiple identical shirts?

“Mom, someone spilled choco milk on my shirt.” Little Madelaine pulled her shirt to show the brown stain on it. Her eyes were red and puffy as she looked up to her mother who gave a sad smile. “It’s okay honey, no harm done. Let’s just wash it off at home, okay?” her mother answered, grabbing her hand, guiding her out from the school. “But she intentionally poured it to me! And…this is Mickey,” she insisted pouting her soft pink lips, her fingers trailing over the sequence design sewed on her shirt that followed the shape of her favorite cartoon character. “This is my favorite shirt…”

What an asshole boss! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I hope this chapter isn't weird. See you next chapter 💋💋💋💋.

"Open the door. You are taking too long." "I've earned this! I-I want to pick my shirt in peace." I snap. I'm disappointed with not finding a weapon, but I did find something earlier. The flash drive! I snatch it from the boot and tuck it into my panties. I smooth the giant shirt down and limp out of the closet. Kellan has the aura of pride as he inspects me and the shirt I grabbed. I hadn't even realized the dark burgundy color is the same shade as the one he is wearing, but without a logo.