Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

There was an air of sophistication here. “Do you have a color preference, Sir Dante?” Maunish asked me. “Darker colors if possible, but anything will work.” I was completely out of my element here. Fucking hell. Was this what Ziyah felt like when she was here on her own? Maunish inclined his head and went over to one of the racks, searching through the selections. He brought over a dark navy long-sleeved tunic that had black lacing up the chest and sleeves. It was paired with black pants.

They’re clearly Mikhail’s, much too big for me, but they’ll have to do. Pulling out a shirt, I slip it on, feeling a sense of relief as it covers me. The fabric smells like him, a comforting mix of cedarwood and his own unique smell that makes me feel safer. I find a pair of sweatpants but keep them back in the closet because they are too big for me. So, just the shirt will do for now. Once dressed, I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. The mark on my neck stands out against my olive skin, a stark reminder of the bond we now share. I brush my fingers over it again, feeling a strange mix of pride and uncertainty.

"And I need a clean bandage to tie the fresh moss down. Your tunic is completely ruined. There is no clean cloth left on it." Kaelen closed his eyes, his jaw tight. "Then we use the moss without the binding. It is fine." "No, it will fall out if you move," I insisted. I looked down at my own body. The thin, dirty linen shirt I was wearing was practically falling apart. It was stained with dirt from the silver mines and dried blood from my torn shoulder stitches, but the bottom hem was still relatively clean. Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt. I gritted my teeth against the sharp, pulling pain in my bad shoulder, and I pulled the shirt over my head.

She was vaguely aware of Shane pressing buttons on a panel just outside the shower before steam and jets of water obscured her vision. She pushed wet strands of hair off her face and squinted to see her tormentor. Mia whimpered at the sight of him unbuttoning the purple silk shirt he’d worn. His pants joined the garment a moment later, and she turned her head, driven to search for a weapon and to avoid the sight of his body. What she had glimpsed told her he was powerfully built, with thick

“Ah, I’ll put up a marker to guide me,” he says and then rummages through his bag to retrieve his white dress shirt. Despite dousing it in the river earlier, the faint blood stains remain. He walks down to the water's edge and ties the shirt around the trunk of one of the trees. Looking rather pleased with himself, Grayson turns and says, “Satisfied?” I wave my hand toward the shirt. “Well, now I know for sure you’ll come back,” I say with a playful smirk. “That’s a thousand-dollar shirt. You’d never leave that behind.”

My brain is just as confident about his cold personality as it is about my own territory laws. Franklin Sterling POV "Thank you for granting our team the use of this ancient fortress, Master Jupiter," I say, stepping out of the stone dressing room after wiping the makeup from my skin. I am wearing nothing but a plain white cotton shirt and a pair of faded wildland denim trousers. Usually, those light, pale fabrics make a wolf's frame look thick and heavy, but the denim clings tightly to my lean waist and accentuates my long legs in a way that makes the surrounding guards gawk silently.

asked Novi. The middle-aged woman who had been standing not far from Novi and Diki's position. He walked closer to Novi and Diki. "It's imported Moscrape material and size XL. It fits 40-70 kg in weight. For color choices, there are only maron, army, navy and lastly tosca." The middle-aged woman replied at length. Novi looked at the tosca colored t-shirt and she turned to Diki. "If you like it, then take it and I'll agree to buy the clothes." Diki said with a flat facial expression.

Mia. I sat at my vanity after changing my outfit for the fifth time and I kept looking at myself and wondering if this one was the right outfit for the day. I was in a white off-shoulder top with a delicate lace trim that fell loosely over my torso. The fabric was lightweight and breathable, perfect for a warm day at the beach. I paired the top with high-waisted denim shorts that hug my curves just right. The shorts are frayed at the hem, giving them a slightly worn-in, vintage look.

I stepped into the one shoulder dress that worked well for my body shape and adjusted my breasts going sans bra due to the sewn-in padding. The dress was a bondage style that accentuated what it shouldn't as I looked like sin. The shoes were so beautiful in a orange and blue pattern and took no time to put them on and fastened them. I got into the bathroom and applied a bit of powder, eye liner, blush and mascara. I put on my favorite clear lip gloss. It was a true optical illusion as it was transparent blue but it made my teeth look whiter. I spritzed on some Valentino Donna Born in Rome fragrance. I pulled my hair out and hit it with some hydrator to call my waves and curls out to play and

I haven't stopped sweating since I stepped onto this beach. It's a similar story with Antoninus. His white shirt was wet with sweat. The shirt is made of ice silk. It's Light and translucent, but when it gets wet, it's transparent. The transparent fabric clung to his body, allowing one to see the shadows of his wheat-colored skin and muscles as they stirred. This is a very sexy scene But I did notice one other little detail. Whether he brushes oil or turns meat, he uses his left hand. But... He's not a lefty.