Novel Fabrics の小説・ストーリー

Nora lets out a short laugh, makes funny faces, and picks two more bags into the cart, totally ignoring me as she keeps walking. By the time we’re done, the cart is already full, mostly with vegetables. Then pantry staples, frozen meals for lazy nights. It feels grounding in a way I didn’t realize I needed. Choosing tomatoes, comparing brands and debating yogurt flavors. Life can be so peaceful and sweet if you choose to make it so. After we load everything into Nora’s car, we head to the fabric district across town. My energy shifts the second we step inside the first store. Bolts of fabric tower around us in endless rows—cotton, silk, satin, linen. Colors layered on colors. My fingers itch

“You look like life just beat the shit out of you. Everything okay?” “I’m alive,” I muttered, grabbing the cup with hands that were still shaking a bit. “Let’s focus on the new sports bra. I need this to be perfect yesterday.” We spent the whole morning buried in the project. It was a high-performance sports bra, invisible seams, maximum support without underwire, straps that don’t dig in—everything designed for women who train hard. The big differentiator was the fabric we nicknamed Fabric C: insanely breathable, wicks sweat instantly, quick-dry, silky touch, and even has UV protection. It was the flagship of the entire collection.

"I only started looking into them yesterday. I'm starting with any large orders of fabrics." "Don't most noble families conduct frequent trades in all kinds of goods? How will you be able to tell if one of the shipments is related to the kidnapping or just a normal trade?" "I still have a piece of the material from one of the kidnapper's cloaks. Using this, I know what the fabric is that was used to make them." "What material is it?" "It's moon silk and gold thread. A cloak of this quality can only be afforded by a noble." I sat back in my seat for a moment while I let the information set in properly, "Terry, did you tell my Mom about what happened?"

The older Fay woman started braiding her long pale hair with skilful fingers while the other woman applied more natural creams to her skin and massaged Nueva's sore muscles with gentle circular motions. Nueva had to admit she felt pampered adequately in a way she would assume only royals would be treated in the old history books. The women assisted her into the golden woven dress after her hair was done. Her skin and hair felt soft and smelled amazing, and the dress, despite being made from material from the forest, draped like silk over her slender body. These Fay people had perfected their clothing material over time, making the natural fabric lightweight and sturdy.

Before leaving, he told Seraphina Arden, “I won’t be back today. Just handle things as you see fit. If the office needs anything, buy it, and I’ll reimburse you.” Among the pile of research materials, Seraphina Arden found something that piqued her interest—a type of fabric. It was smooth and delicate, described as being made from fibers extracted from coal. The material was soft, resistant to wind, and corrosion-proof. Back in college, Seraphina had volunteered for the National University Games. As part of a publicity campaign, the organizing committee planned to purchase a large quantity of car-mounted flags to display on rooftops and rearview mirrors. The volume was substantial, attractin

He said, pointing to a couch beside him. “Thank you,” Sophia muttered and took out a couple of new samples of clothes of the new fabric that she had invented, mixing them with different types of threads. She was planning to enter into the clothes industry as well so that she wouldn’t have to wait for the winter seasons to increase in sales. “This material is super soft, and I can guarantee that parents would like to prefer it for their newborn babies. Well, not just newborn babies but babies till five years old.” Sophia kept explaining everything while Mr. Grayson kept staring at her kissable lips.

Building a life that looks good on paper but feels hollow inside. I miss New York. I miss the energy, the chaos, the familiar rhythms. I miss my friends. I miss the studio where I rebuilt myself. I miss Lucien. I shake off the melancholy and focus on work. My team and I are developing the transformation collection. Reversible coats that shift from day to evening. Modular dresses that can be styled dozens of ways. Sustainable fabrics that adapt to temperature and weather. Catherine loves it. "This is brilliant. Exactly the innovation we need. The pre-orders are already incredible."

MILA Frances and his assistant poured over the portfolio like it was a rare manuscript. I shifted in my seat, resisting the urge to glance at my watch again. There was too much riding on today–too much to still do. Frances finally looked up, his eyes twinkling behind those sleek, gold-framed glasses. “This is truly something special,” he said, tapping the edge of the page. “And the technology?” I straightened a bit, proud. “Smart fabric. Reactive threads that shift color based on light exposure and body temperature. The effect is subtle, elegant—like your vintage diamond collection. Sophisticated, but with presence.”

“So the fabrics will have to match that feeling too, right? Not just colors, but texture, patterns, even the way they move?” “Exactly,” he said, nodding, clearly getting more excited as he spoke. “For the historical pieces, heavy silks, brocades, even velvet, things that look and feel luxurious. For the modern designs, lighter silks, chiffons, or blended fabrics that move with the body. Every texture should complement the story. And don’t forget accessories, they complete the narrative.”

I shook my head, “I’m not here to buy clothes but rather to inquire about something.” “What is it, then?” “Can I know the source of these fabrics?” I asked as I handed the clothes to him. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets upon seeing what I had brought. He used his hands to assess the quality of the clothes. “Well, I’ll be darned! This is luxurious velvet; imported fabric. Very great quality, and very expensive too! Its thread is made from priceless materials that are considered rare in Mastoria. Even the nobles might find it hard to acquire such a rarity. It’s the first time I’ll be seeing an Abian in the hold of this.”