Leather Novels & Stories

I say about the leather pencil skirt. She adds them to her pile, minus the yellow skirt. We move on to jeans. She grabs me a pair of skinny jeans in a dark wash, light wash, and in black. She even grabs me a pair of black leather pants. “Get a size bigger in the leather. They aren't very accommodating to hips like mine.”

Jonathan’s own voice became lighter, a small smile started to grow which allowed me to see his crimson stained teeth, and just as I was about to try and bring my pack mate back to reality, those baby blue eyes lost all life. I could even hear his last heartbeat. * “Do you need to go back to Thea?” Laker asked as I dried my hair with the towel, his own brown hair wet and dripping. Shaking my head no, I threw the towel towards him which he caught carelessly and began to dry his own hair; I turned and began to zip up my newly cleaned fighting leathers. The leather clung onto my every muscle, every dip, and every part of my skin for

Vambraces wrapped the lower arms with a row of long, curved spikes on the outer sides. The breastplate was made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur but crafted to mimic the appearance of muscles. It covered almost everything from the neck down, narrowing near the groin and left part of the sides exposed. The upper legs were covered by shorts made from exotic animal hide. The lower legs were protected by leather boots which had an intricately crafted sigil embroidered on each outer side. Thick cloth pants were worn beneath this all.

"So why did you ask me to try it out if you were not going to amend it?" "I don't understand, do l look like a tailor to you? And what's up with your stupid attitude?” She snapped at me, crossing her hands over her chest, “And in case your eyes are blocked this is a handmade leather. It is made from deer skin and it is imported from Germany. Look, it's going to be the happiest day of my life in 2 days and l don't want you to come to my wedding looking retarded. Who knows? Your mate might come there so try and just look good with those. The stylists will come by 8 am,” She said tiredly, making her way out of the room.

Very impressive materials, I only decided to sell just 10 meters of that leathers, divided into 10 parts with each of them a meter length. That amount should enough to satisfy anyone, for the Giant Behemoth Leather, the rest of the carcass can be used to produced a lot of tactical and combat vest. It turns out the Leather were all about 10 inches in thickness, even when the leather were cut into an inch thickness the strength and the effect of the material were still unaffected at all and remained the same. Naturally this is a new knowledge and I won’t be revealing

I opened the curtain and shut my eyes as a warm rush of air softly dabbed my skin. “I hope you are right,” I said, turning to the bed. The door clicked open and the maid who had previously led me in here walked in. She circled her eyes on my ripped shirt, quickly raising her brows in alarm. “Goodness, how did that happen?” She voiced, dropping her Swiffer duster. “Oh, it's nothing. It ripped a moment ago.” I said, covering it up again. “Is it possible to get a needle to stich it in place.”

Ril spoke, adjusting his clothes. [Yes] "Good, we will be leaving in an hour. Give your luggage to me" he said, and I handed him my bag which is made of special leather from a monster called Akhora. Found in the Radna desert. The monster is large and has dark brown thick skin and only eats the skin of its own kind. They are also man-eaters. According to Ril. They don't care what kind of creature they eat as long as the creature has meat. They are not strong enough, so they only hunt the prey which is already on the verge of death. Furthermore, they cut the skin immediately before it could disappear. He said all this when I asked what this bag is made of.

“Is it this one bound with leather made from Human skin? Or the one that’s barely bound and falling apart at the seams?” We look at each other, the answer already clear. “The one that’s falling apart,” I say. “Then the one with the Human leather,” August says, shuddering as he put it down. “Our ancestors were batshit.” I just let out a laugh as I flick through the pages of the one that’s falling apart. The paper is so thin that I can feel some particles sticking to the pads of my fingers. I try to rub it off my jeans, a little disconcerted at how quickly this thing seems to be disintegrating.

This was not like any ordinary leather. Afar it looks flexible and rubbery but when met with force, it hardens and sends every weapon back. The harder the impact and the greater the force, the grander the bounce and repel. For the enemy to cause damage to one wearing Claw Leather, as Dylan called it when he gave it to me yesterday evening, they’d need time to reel it in. But time is sparse when we’ll always be at alert and striking length. He gave a short introduction of how amazing it was and his contributions to its production… I’m very sure the Zeta did most of the work anyway.

Bins full of nylon webbing, silk ropes, heavy metal chains. I ignore the metal. I want something that won't leave me limping the next day. I find a wall of leather cuffs. I dig through three different pairs before I find the right ones. They’re thick, heavy black leather. The outside has sturdy steel D-rings. But the inside is lined with dense sheep's wool. I run my fingers over the lining. It’s soft and absorbant. It's a massive contrast to the brutal hardware on the outside. I hold them up to Kir.