One Piece Top Novels & Stories

Chapter one hundred and five. Unedited. Anastasia's POV. I pick the clothes up in my hands and check it out. There is a top and there's a pant. The top is a tight, sort of a crop top size shirt. It'd stop underneath my belly. I have placed it on my body, just to see it's length.

I have a white agent provocateur one piece, and a super cute 2 piece. “Ok go for the 2 pieces, sexy but not overly provocative, with your crochet pants, and the linen cropped tie front top,” She suggested while rummaging through my luggage. “You rock Ale, let’s give this alpha a run for his money.” 45 minutes later we were finally ready, but it was still too early, so we decided to head down to the beach café for our morning coffee, and to catch up a bit. “So, what did you think about Gabriel?”

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.

A backless knitted top that has it's ropes tied to the back, and an elastic shorts highlighting her waist, hips and @ss. "Damn hot! You're wearing this?" Sybil gasped. "I'll wear a long jacket on top, then I can take it off when we arrive at the location" Pearl replied. "Perfect!" Sybil gave her a thumbs up. *

“Perfect.” I eyed him, unknowingly taking note of all his features. He was in short black shorts—shorts that were shorter than normal—and a red top with the imprint of a white skull on it. But it was hard to call the short a ‘top’ because it looked like he fought with a tiger, making most of this ‘top’ ripped apart.

Chapter Two So I agreed to her offer. When we went there, the ones here were pure lace bralettes. "I feel like these are the types of clothes you have to wear as a topper," I said to the clerk and then I approached one of the lace designs, its see-through with a design of sky-blue veins, it got a very low v-neck that I feel like if I bow down my nipples would say hi! "Well, the young girls I see most of the time who go here or try this top online wear it like this. This top is one of our best-selling plus there's also built-in pods inside Ma'am so you don't have to wear a bra when you wear it."

It's a maroon body-hugging long sleeves dress ending three inches above the knee with a boat neckline. At first, I thought of Uno as someone who can't be trusted in choosing a woman's attire because I thought the dress is made for ladies who wants to look like a maid but I tried it on last night and found out that it suits me, but I felt like Uno wants to indirectly choke me!

I resigned, and they both squealed and highfived each other. "Look back in the bag, I think you will find a matching top." Jamie pointed for me to look in the bag again. "Really?!" I asked as I looked at the see through white corset top. "Yep! And its even low dip in the back so it won't show with your dress." Carrie said proudly. "Now hurry up! We gotta get you in your dress!" Jamie said clapping her hands at me.

Shuule chirped, a noise only the fox clan really made but was very obvious a girlish giggle, but she did as he asked, his eyes averted to the stone wall until he knew she was finished. The two piece was meticulously sewn while Shuule was asleep, a black iridescent halter top with lines that imitated being crossed in front of her chest, but was much more secure. The bottom was a wraparound skirt, nearly knee length with a slit on the left side that would allow her to move her legs as much as she needed to run or climb. Set had taken the time to cut the red stripes from his markings, and run them as accents both crossing her chest, and also on the top edge of the skirt, with a cross stitch pat

It finally dawned on him that Kwan Seung-ho wanted him to dress in those. “No. I'm not going there half-naked!” He shrieked, dropping the trousers to the ground. “You would have a coat on, you won't be walking the street with that.” Seung-ho pointed at the net crop top. That almost emptied out Min-a's eye socket. “Mr. Kwan!! Is that what you want me to wear?” He picked up the crop top like it was a rag. It glittered as every cross section had an adorning stone attached to it.