Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

Maria welcomed the idea of embarking on such a thrilling escapade, sneaking out of the group, exploring hidden spots, and creating memories that would bind them closer together. Maria wore her signature outfit—her favourite skirt and blouse—which always made her feel confident and beautiful. Her blouse was a vibrant shade of red, perfectly complementing her dark hair and radiant smile. It fitted very well over her slender frame, showing off her graceful breasts, which were confined in her bra beneath the fabric. Satish noticed how stunning she looked, and admiration filled his heart.

Mira Nicholas’s brow furrowed into a frown as he steadied himself; however, it was in that brief moment that I took a close look at him. Nicholas Sterling was tall with a slim, muscular build that made the tailored black suit he wore well fitted. His murky black hair was slightly rough as though he had run his hands through it a couple of times. His brown eyes blended with his light skin, which also complemented the silver key necklace that rested above his chest, but it wasn’t his face or his other features that held me captive.

The plan was for her to get some time to herself before the kids return from school. Immediately he stepped into the company in confident long strides, a lot of ladies started adjusting their dresses and makeups and got ready to greet him to get his attention. Amongst those desperate ladies trying to get his attention was the moderately dressed Marvel in a tight body con dress highlighting her gorgeous body but her face caked with heavy makeup. She might have a nice body through series of surgeries but facially, she doesn’t look very pleasant because of most of the cosmetic surgery she did in the past that went bad with time.

Madison I followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here."

“Fine. I'd go get it. But soon enough, you're going to have to pay a fine for not knowing the name of your best drink. “I reply, and she giggles. “Whatever. “She replies, as I exit the room, and I shake my head at her. I head to the kitchen, get a massive jug of red grape juice from the fridge, two cups, and set them on a tray alongside a box of cookies. I am making my way towards the stairs happily when I start hearing a familiar voice. I tiptoe carefully towards the guest room in the corner, and find its door isn't completely closed. “Eliza isn't ready! This is a big deal for us. Whatever model we use would be representing us, and would help us attain higher heights in the fashion world!

My lazy stroll down the long hallway in the direction of the kitchen is halted by the sight of my nightmare before me—Mrs. Mazur. Her arms are fallen straight down against the long floral dress that well accentuates her curvy figure. She is the perfect criterion of beauty and glamour, the qualities that her daughter Ana inherited. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she was a supermodel at her early age. Not like she has aged anyway. Her skin is still glowing as if she were a sweet sixteen with no traceable wrinkles. Money is sweet.

"There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing." "That's an opinion," Madison hums. "And you are entitled to have your opinion, of course, it just happens to be wrong." Madison, of course, is flawless with her straight strawberry blonde hair slicked back behind her ears and her long knit black dress encasing her from the base of her chin to her ankles and wrists. Like always. she looks as if she just came from the set of a New York fashion shoot. And for all I know she did. It's not like she doesn't have enough money to do so.

“Good day, Mr. Alessandro! What a pleasant surprise. What can we do for you today?” A stunning woman stepped forward to greet us at the entrance of the luxurious fashion mall. Dressed in an elegant black gown that hugged her flawless figure, her long waves of ebony hair flowed like silk down her back. Her golden skin seemed to radiate light. She was breathtaking—graceful, confident, the kind of woman who commanded attention without even trying. And Alessandro was certainly giving her all of his.

how embarrassing! She digged further and pulled out a pair of blue jeans from Dolce & Gabbana with a white tee shirt from Prada , a pair of brand new Chopard sun glasses and a pair of runners Mahira’s eyebrows met at the centre, wondering what was he upto and where was he taking her, nevertheless, she got dressed. When Tazz stepped out, he couldn’t smile looking at the woman before him who resembled like a cute little teenager, he was pleased with what he saw and headed to get dressed

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.