Leather Novels & Stories

Lu screamed, her mouth falling open, and she looked from the wounds I’d given her to Lea, whose only response was baring her teeth at her as she prepared to launch another series of attacks. I could feel the tension heighten in the atmosphere around us, and a quick glance at my side showed Hector standing with his arms still folded, taking in everything with a bland expression on his face. A scream from Lu immediately commanded my attention, and I turned sharply to find that she was shifting in front of me. Her gear was made of some synthetic leather material that disappeared when she shifted, and if looks could kill I would’ve been dead. “You bitch,” she said

As I flipped through the pages, reading her increasingly worrisome thoughts, the moonlight reflected off of shiny black leather. Sitting down the diary, I reached into the box, grasping the strange book. It was all black. When I’d first looked at it, the binding appeared to be leather, but it doesn’t feel or look like any leather I’ve ever seen. It was far too soft, similar to suede. The material seemed to be stretched over a symbol and as I circled my ring finger along the ridges, the padlock holding it shut popped open. “Not fucking creepy at all.”

She hung the fur in space to dry. She locked up and went back to the house to enter her space and relaxed in the hot spring taking a minute to be thankful for her current life. After the relaxing bath, she started to partially stretch the dried hides to soften the leather. She pulled the skin of your damp pelt in all directions firmly, working only a small area at a time. The leather began to turn soft and white.

Reed and I peruse the stylish, trendy items that line the racks, picking out pieces that catch our eye. We carry on our shopping binge at an upscale leather goods store, where the aroma of opulent leather permeates the space as we peruse an array of purses and accoutrements. Among other things, I notice a stunning handbag in a soft blush color, and Reed purchases a black leather wallet, admiring its craftsmanship. It’s elegant and versatile, something I can use every day.

I can feel his hot breath on my skin. After a few seconds, I feel that he has opened my blouse's knot. His cold hands are making my skin shiver. Then, He started trailing that whip on my back slowly. That whip material is so sharp making my whole skin crawl because of fear. He said with a whispering tone," Do you know what's this called? Well, This whip is called 3 cat o"nell 9 whips. One slash of this whip is capable of lifting the skin of the back."

Lucas squinted his eyes, trying to remember if he had seen it before. "Isn't this a symbol from a leather jacket?" Leon commented, making Lucas look at the object again. It was a large black button with the logo "LK." Suddenly, Lucas widened his eyes as he recognized the logo. It was the logo of the largest leather jacket brand in America, LKing. Lucas recalled that Luna had been a brand ambassador for LK.

he pointed the whip toward Hudson—“and your mate are my family.” Hudson's gaze shifted away, his jaw tightening in silent frustration. Ethan, seated between the brothers, offered a tight-lipped smile. Thomas broke the silence, his tone thoughtful as he examined the whip. “The leather used for this whip,” he said, turning it in his gloved hands, “is not from around here. It’s German craftsmanship.” Ethan straightened in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Hudson. “German?” he echoed, concern lacing his voice.

“And by the time I get back I want nothing on your body.” He stood still, eyes on the floor. I left him there and went back out. I took my time choosing, running my fingers over the selections, the textures of leather, nylon, and faux fur. I pulled out a pair of briefs in buttery-soft black leather. They were cut high on the hip, with strategic openings. I grinned, raising them up to the light. “This would look good on him.” I grabbed a few more pieces from the racks, things I believed we would need in the very near future.

He was beautiful like this, helpless, humbled, perfectly aware of her power. She stopped by the display cabinet where a dozen implements gleamed beneath the soft light: leather, silk, wood, steel. She reached out, running a finger along one before selecting a length of braided leather. It made a whispering sound when she lifted it, sharp, promising. She didn’t need to use it yet. Instead, she let the sound of it fill the air, a warning in motion. He flinched at the first snap, not of pain, but anticipation.

Given over to other people's hands. The armor wasn't armor of the kind the South made. No plate, nothing that shone. It was layered hide and boiled leather and something dark worked into the seams that I didn't ask about, and it made him bigger, which I wouldn't have thought was a thing he needed help with. The straps bit lines into the muscle of his arms. Hesse smoothed a palm down his back when she finished, one flat pass, checking the whole rig held, and stepped away. He caught me watching.