Lovecore Fashion Novels & Stories

He wrapped his arms gently around my waist and we kissed I pulled my face away with a light laugh, and we both chuckled. “Shall we, my lady?” He opened the car door with a little bow, and I smiled as I stepped in. We drove quietly, music drifting softly from the car speakers. When we arrived, I gasped. I thought it was just a simple dinner date. I didn’t know Leo had other plans. He had booked and decorated a cozy resort—a quiet place wrapped in fairy lights, rose petals scattered across the ground, with soft music. Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy.

Summer's POV The black dress Luxian picked hugs my body perfectly. For the first time in years—after drowning in all my stupid insecurities—I actually feel beautiful again. Like I did a decade ago. The dress is by Mario De Franco, that ridiculously talented designer whose pieces usually I used to just stare at his work in magazines, never dreaming I'd own one. But this afternoon, Luxian waltzed in with five of his latest creations, all on mannequins like they were royalty.

But as I browse the racks of designer clothes, a disquieting realization dawns. The silks and the daring cuts, the revealing silhouettes I’m drawn to… they aren’t truly me. They are the image Lior seems to adore, the human façade he delights in dressing. Even when I consciously try to select something I genuinely like, a comfortable knit or a flowing dress, my hand inevitably reaches for the lace-trimmed camisoles, the slinky slip dresses that I know will elicit a pleased murmur from him. How did I become this person, this reflection of his desires? Is this what love does?

I have three weeks to come up with three thousand dollars or I can kiss my life goodbye. Sitting here in the small office at the back of my store on a Saturday night wallowing in self pity, is what my life has reduced to. Fashion Lovers has beautiful clothes that I get from distributers around the world. You can find items from many designer names and others with no-name brands. I have always liked to keep a wide variety to target a larger clientele. Now looking through the office door to the storage room that is nearly empty, I truly am appreciating the severity of the situation.

I pushed the door open, and my breath caught. The entire closet had been rearranged—floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with designer clothes, all in my size, all in the soft, delicate shades I loved. Silk dresses, cashmere sweaters, tailored blouses…even the lingerie was perfect—lace, soft, sheer, just the way I liked it, never too tacky, always just the right amount of sexy. I noticed a set of pale silk lingerie placed prominently on the shelf—it was exactly his favorite kind of‘restrained’provocation.

I love that it flares out a little and that it cinches my waist. Ace is getting ready in his wardrobe. I brush my hair and tuck one side behind my ear; securing it behind my ear with a diamante hair-clip. Ace walks out of his wardrobe, wearing his favourite faux leather jacket, with a black shirt and dark jeans. I spin around. ‘Breathtaking,’ he says, and I blow him a kiss, grab his hand, and pull him downstairs, out the penthouse, and into his Lamborghini.

Liam growled at his mate “We were thinking that we don’t have a choice since it was a dress gifted to her by the merfolk after she designed it in her mind and they altered it” Carrie said, her voice high “besides, it is not that see-through. It’s a nude organza material with strategically placed diamonds and gems” “That you can fucking see through and see her ass crack with!” Liam said, throwing his hands up in the air” “LIAM! You can NOT! Stop exaggerating and fueling the fire” Carrie gasped

- Wow, you fat girl that kill me? Devin pretended to be angry. - You can't imagine how much I missed you, you boring. I hugged Devin really tight and he started laughing. - It's Jon, looks like she has her favorite. Cory rolled her eyes. I got away from Devin and ran to hug Cory. - Don't be jealous, Cory. Love you too. - Know. - Cory says returning the hug. Then I hugged Jon, but with him it was more difficult as he didn't want to let me hug him.

She seemed asexual. When we got back to the hotel Monica and Karen were already there. I had spoken telepathically with them to tell them of our plans to shop. We spent almost every bit of the money. I bought sexy lingerie and underwear. I bought Apple Bottoms as well as Dolce and Gabbana. I bought Jimmy Choo and Prada. Julie had bags of spiked chokers and patterned tights. She bought combat boots and leather pants as well as expensive T-shirts bearing rock stars and anime characters. After we showed off our new things, I addressed my ladies.

Every fashion curator. They were all reposting Eloise’s new brand deal announcement with Fauné Maison and Vivienne Leclerc. My chest tightened so violently I thought my ribs might shatter. My pulse thudded behind my eyes, vision blurring with rage. The caption blinked before me: “From heartbreak to haute couture. Eloise Sinclair’s breathtaking resilience lands her designs in Fauné Maison’s upcoming Parisian lookbook. #Resilience #FashionIcon” Resilience. Fashion icon. Heartbreak. As if her suffering was some kind of curated aesthetic for them to consume and repost.