Lemari Pakaian Hitam Novels & Stories

Once he was done, the man patted him on the back, and Lemi headed into the establishment, presumably to make the payment. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was afraid of my appearance. My eyes were swollen and stained with the heavy makeup I had put on for last night's event. The elegant dress I was wearing was now all wrinkled, and my sandals were no longer on my feet. Lemi, on the other hand, was without his tuxedo jacket, his white shirt open, revealing a bit of his chest, which had few hairs on his dark skin. "Diana," he was in the car, "You were lost in thought."

Keeping five steps behind him, she followed. His room was as vast as she expected, every corner drenched in black. This man is obsessed with the color black, she thought. Liam stopped at a door and pushed it open. Inside was a walk-in closet lined with neatly arranged suits, business attire, and a few casual outfits, nearly all in black. “Pick one,” he said simply. Alina scanned the racks with visible distaste until she finally spotted a white T-shirt and black shorts. They looked far too big for her.

The decision to place Jamari’s mates on stage with us was done to show her that I accept my place as her mate, and that I accept that I have to share her with the others. Remiel soon waltzes into the large banquet hall with Morgana on his arm. He too is wearing an all black suit with a red tie to offset the color. Even Morgana is wearing an all black dress, accented with red roses along the flowing part down at the bottom. It can not be coincidence that all of Jamari’s mates are wearing all black with a splash of red.

She pointed at the beige one “She really liked the work you did last time on that off-white dress.” “Um” “The black is one of the prominent ladies at court. She wants everyone to know she is mourning her husband” Almera pursed her lips in ridicule “in style.” “Her orders were that black should be the next ‘it’ in court.” Almera giggled before telling Mira how much the lady hated her late husband who had at least 10 mistresses. “Then it truly must be a showstopper.” Mira didn’t have any sympathy for cheaters. Almera laughed.

Germaine was not sure what to make of it. She had been here for just three days only, and she had seen the men wearing different types of clothing. If it wasn't fur, it was a dark brown material that closely resembled leather. This leather- wanna be material was presently wrapped around the lower part of their bodies exactly like pampers is worn on babies. On their feet were slippers with strings interlacing their toes and tied around their ankles also in the same material. As usual, their chests were bare.

When lilac twilight spread over the fortress and hung in the corners like grayish shadows, Lesana was finally girded and released from the chambers of the dejected leader. Instead of a student's dress, the amulet was now wearing the clothes of a warrior, belted with a wide heavy belt, which, surprisingly well, grabbed her thin waist. In unusual attire, the girl still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that the novelty of a black shirt made of good quality linen, a leather top with short sleeves, pants, and the belt itself was too noticeable.

Eliasen must have left them while she was bathing. Lyralei picked up the top piece and examined it carefully. A tunic in deep brown leather, soft but sturdy enough for combat. Beneath it lay fitted pants in black and a leather vest that would provide protection without restricting her movement. Everything was practical and designed for someone who might need to fight or run. Relief washed through her body. She’d been terrified Eliasen would bring her something like what she herself wore, all skin and suggestion with barely any fabric. These clothes she could actually work with.

Wear what I sent you. Leo’s gaze flicked to the sleek, black box sitting on his dresser. It had arrived two days ago, a courier delivery with no return address. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, was a set of lingerie. It was made of deep emerald silk, the color of money and envy, with delicate black lace trim. There was a pair of panties, high-cut and impossibly soft, and a matching harness that crisscrossed over the chest and fastened in the back. It was beautiful, and it was humiliating, and it was the most intimate gift anyone had ever given him.

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

What else could she say? "How's the baby doing?" Amara asked and Inara was speechless, unprepared to answer the question. "Inara." Amara said her name, worried and Lemuel came in then, slotting his phone into the pocket of his fitting navy pants, which he wore over a short sleeve black shirt that emphasized the sexy muscle of his frame. Inara noticed for the first time that he favoured the color navy and army green. He had a vast number of clothing but she spotted Navy and Army green colors to be more.