Lovecore Fashion Novels & Stories

Maybe seeing it would perk my spirit. My love for designing clothes went as far back as I could remember. Maybe I liked it after I saw the gowns that actresses wore on the red carpet. Or maybe I developed an interest because mom used to dress me like a doll. I had no idea. I just aspired to be a fashion designer one day. Carter, being a good friend, declared that he'd take the same course for college. Secretly, I knew it was to help his parent's business.

She sighed and looked around again. She might find something to wear. She saw his wardrobe opened and his outfits in display. She smirked to herself and thoroughly went through it. "He is such a boring man. Almost all his wears are business wears." She found two or three outfits that looked normal and immediately took it. She wore two of the shirts cause of her breasts even though it looked like she had been thrown into it. She wore the pants and shirt, then her shoes before walking out of his room. She accidentally hit someone's arm making them both fall off their feet

I nodded to her as she ran back to the car and took out the shopping bags of her Victoria's Secret and made her down to the room. A naughty smile came to my lips in the realization of what she is going to do. Elina I removed that sexy lingerie from the bag as it took me a couple of seconds to decide which one to wear. I have purple, pink, and red ones and they all are sexy enough to make my man's mouth watered. I wore the red one as I applied the dark eyeliner and eyeshadow to give them a smoky look as I color my lips red matching my attire.

Hoping the usual bartender would be there to offer me the small sense of security I desired, I suggested to Joshua that he meet me there. I took special pains to dress in what would be considered a low-keyed, yet seductive outfit. The tailored silk shirt and A-line skirt traced the curves of my body without crowding them. I wanted to attract him without looking desperate. As I stood in front of the mirror putting my hair into a casual, yet sexy looking ponytail, I felt that I’d accomplished my mission.

What if this entire thing was a mistake? Twenty minutes later, the SUV slowed. My eyes widened. The hotel looked even more impressive in person, with glass steel, and luxury. Everything about it screamed money. The kind of money ordinary people couldn't comprehend. The vehicle stopped. Liam stepped out first. Then he opened my door. I climbed out slowly. Trying and failing to hide my nerves. "We're expected," he said. Expected. The word sent another jolt through me. Inside, the lobby was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead. Polished marble floors gleamed beneath our feet. Guests moved through the space with effortless confidence. I suddenly felt painfully underdressed. Painfully

For that reason, she tried to be as discreet as she could. She started the car and looked in the rearview mirror curiously. Hastily way, everything went well. For some strange reason, her mood had changed, she blended into the city traffic and headed for the shopping center closest to where she lived. An hour and a half later, she was window shopping in the boutiques, three bags in hand. She was thankful that minutes before shopping, Lorena called her, and she told her that the event would be held at one of the trendiest nightspots in town. Even she herself was surprised at how fast her purchase went because when she turned her head, she had the perfect dress in front of her. She wondered, i

Cavia, having had enough of Lovely screaming too much, tells her to leave and to go back to her job. Before pouting that she had to. Lovely came over to me and whispered in my ear, "Remember the dress and shoes that you've promised me," she told me. I nodded. Though I was going to leave all this, for there's no way I could carry it with me. I was going to make sure Lovely gets what I promised her. I was also going to give her more, knowing how crazy she was for designer clothes. As I take out the red dress from the bag. Red was my favorite color.

The feel of his lips against mine brought back those memories, and forgetting about Ambrose was easier said than done. I wished it were easy to erase these unwanted feelings inside me so that I could channel all my energy on Nolan. Maybe if my heart opened up to him, we could have a future together, and this damn contract wouldn’t even matter in the first place. When I began shivering, I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around myself, and stepped out of the shower to start getting dressed. After five minutes of endless searching in my closet, I decided to go for something simple. Denim jeans and a red crop top paired with plain white sneakers.

Then he glanced at her once more before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. Loreen turned to the bed, and her eyes fell on a silver-colored dress that glistened under the luminous light of the chandelier hanging on the ceiling of their room. The dress was sleeveless and stopped at knee length. It was the type that perfectly hugs the body and displays one's curves. Loreen stared at it for a while, and a smile unknowingly crept onto her lips. 'Matching outfits.' She shook her head as she thought and released the towel that was draping her body. She slipped into the dress and closed the zipper on the side. Come to think of it, it fit her perfectly. She picked up the silver necklace tha

Only one new employee who didn't know her paced towards her and greeted her with a smile, but before she could say anything another shoo attendant walked up to her. "You're free to look around as you please. However, no touching is allowed." The shop attendant said rudely.. " How am I supposed to know the material if I can't touch the clothes? " Vanessa frowned. The shop attendant clicked her tongue impatiently" This is L'amore. Don't you know all our clothes are made out of high quality cotton and linen? Naturally, the prices of these clothes are expensive, starting at five figure. If you're uncomfortable with the pricing, you should try the other shops. "When she was overseas, L'amore was