Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

As long as I don’t pant, I’ll be fine. There’s a detail around the neckline and sleeves that made me choose it. It’s a loose blue micro plaid pattern that gives off the vibe that I’m wearing a man’s work shirt under my dress when I’m not. It’s actually attached to the dress. The neckline is folded, the shirt collar dipped around my breast, forming this V shape that made everything look good.

If she knew that Eric wanted it back, she would have returned it to him earlier. Selena had a busy routine and forgot about everything. Mitchell held the shirt in his hands, looked at it, and knew that the wine stain could not be washed off. The shirt was made of special silk. Moreover, the wine stain had been there for a long time, so it would not come off even the most ordinary shirt, let alone Eric’s expensive custom-made shirt. Selena stood there and pursed her lips. “I think the shirt’s useless now. Why does he still want this shirt? Don’t people like him have plenty of shirts?”

The white shirt was their most basic piece, but it was made of excellent fabric and was tailored to perfection, luxurious yet understated. "This is for you." Renee held up the shirt in front of Marcelo, trying to make it up to him.

The guy had a mini boutique in here. The closet was deep, one could actually walk into it and comfortably hide. Every article of clothing was well arranged. There was the section for T-shirts of every color but mostly white and black. My favorite color. I plucked off one black shirt that had the intimidating drawing of a dragon in front. I threw it on. It bagged on me but I wore it nonetheless. I liked big shirts anyways. I noticed as soon as he walked in dripping wet. Wrapped in just towel, I thought he looked fetching.

Miguel’s eyes were scanning the clothes, occasionally asking Drake’s opinion without realizing how distant Drake’s voice had become. They passed a display near the back, soft lighting cast over a row of high-end shirts. Drake’s eyes landed on one. A dark navy button-down, embroidered with a thread so subtle it shimmered only when the light hit right. It was simple, but striking. Masculine, and cassy. He paused, drawn toward it. Miguel caught the look. “You like that one?” he asked. Drake froze. Then shook his head. “It’s expensive.” Miguel narrowed his eyes. “You didn't answer my question,”

Yesterday she wore her pale mint shirt, and it would be best if she wore her pink shirt today for the contrast, or maybe the lilac shirt to avoid accidently wearing the same shirt as her ex-boyfriend, too aware of their similar clothing styles and fashion choices. She was undoubtedly going to wear one of her black trousers, the only colour she could get away with matching all her shirts, and the most stain resistant one, but also because it was Wednesday, and she wasn't going to wear her dark brown trousers or dark purple trousers until later in the week when she had the oncoming weekend to celebrate. Nobody dresses that well for Wednesdays.

Saicki suddenly asked that mde Dhaxzy faded his smile. "Yes. That shirt is the only thing as a memory from my parents. I wore it once in here." Dhaxzy is reminiscing the shirt. " It is the pastel blue that has pink in the end of it. It is an ombre design that my mom and dad gave to me. They are the one who sew that. That is why even if it's look a rag for you all, I will not dare to throw it."

Chris I stepped back from the mirror, straightening the starched collar of my crisp white dress shirt. The ceremonial attire of the Alpha of Moonstone pack always felt a bit stifling compared to the casual human clothing I had become accustomed to wearing in recent years. “Dammit…” With a frown, I tugged at the embroidered gold and sky blue sash draped across my chest, willing the thick fabric to lay properly. The sash was an old Moonstone tradition, the fabric supposedly imbued with magical properties dating back centuries. I didn’t know how true that was—it just seemed like regular old fabric to me.

I nod along as we enter the beige shop. The inside is anything but. Bright colors splash the walls with silly designs painted in patterns. Racks, one after the other, grace most of the floor plan; leaving room for three registers and a section for shoes. Signs label the store with "knit" "Tee's" "denim" as well as slightly bigger signs reading "Masculine" and "Feminine." "We'll start with the shirts and maybe dresses? If you'd like. Do you prefer the more masculine style shirts or is it just Xavier's?" The blush hit full force as Zay wacked Josh upside the head.

I sniffed, trying to keep my eyes centered on his face. Mini Mart didn’t exactly have a wide selection of clothing, and most of it was that touristy type crap. I snickered and giggled when Kade was left with nothing but a tie-die sweat shirt two sizes too small. My giggles were replaced with quick looks of surprise and hunger.