Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

Not that Rayan thought Scott was unattractive, but still, the more you know about what you're getting into. There wasn't much there. A few pictures, some articles about birth control and fertility, a few video game memes, and... okay, this definitely qualifies as hot... It was a picture from Christmas with the caption: "My folks know me so well! Check out my new Minecraft pants!" And under that, there he was, in a pair of pajama bottoms printed all over with pixelated dynamite, dopey grin on his face... without a shirt, flexing. It was dorky, and adorable, and, and... Damn. Ripped wasn't the right word, but "solid" fit pretty well. Rayan knew Scott didn't have more than an inch or two on him

“Barbie or whatever your nickname is , I don’t care about your fights over the little pretty boy but I can’t stand it when you’re insulting a masterpiece!“ barked the girl and I was confused ,why is she sticking up for me ? I don’t know her. “It’s okay, I am fine “ I said to the headphone girl trying to drag her away from the troublemakers but she stood her ground. “But I’m not fine! How can they call these limited edition PRADA jeans , bags and shoes thrift ?! They might look simple and basic but these clothes , especially this red top of yours, is the only one on this planet earth and cost more than all of your entire clothes. You all should focus on passing nursing school so that you can

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.

That thought brought a surge of jealousy which I squashed or he'd call me out for pouting again. We reached the teddies and I tried to fight a blush. Most were some sort of see-thru material but the one that caught his eye was only straps. Pink lines that would crisis cross my entire body. It would leave nothing to the imagination and would be perfect for a sex club. There was a garter belt and panties to match and Daniel grabbed them all after asking me what size. Next, he went over to the baby doll section. I immediately reached for a turquoise one with a pleated skirt. Daniels smirk said I made a good choice, then he led me over to the bras. They were so pretty. My eyes caught on a dark b

Ravyn sat back down in her seat and picked up her gift, discovering a balloon with Fusen's signature on it. "How lucky! It's a genuine item used by the Grim Reaper, Fusen, a legendary hero who is still active, and there are only 5 pieces here. This is a 1 in 10,000 chance. If you don't want it, I know where to sell it for a good price. How about I get a share for my efforts?" Jae didn't hesitate and approached Ravyn, extending his hand, partly to tease her and partly to see her reaction. "Are you short on money for your drinking lifestyle? How desperate."

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

He did! Holy crap! He did! How? Her fingers shook as she removed the thick, wooden bracelet from the nest of tissue paper, almost afraid it would disappear as soon as she touched it. Now, she knew she was dreaming. There was no way -- absolutely no way at all! -- that she was holding an Ian Fisk bangle. At over an inch wide and almost half an inch thick, the pink ivory wood, with it's light, reddish hue, was a treasure in itself, being one of the rarest types of wood in the world. Add in the intricate carvings of primroses along the outside and the distinct IF trademark of the artist, and she now owned what no one else in the entire world -- besides Ophelia Fisk, herself -- will ever own.

Casual dresses that I can wear for school. I find a set of buttons by the door and click one. 5 draws open and I see an assortment of sunglasses and hats. I press another button and 5 more draws open with an assortment of scarves and some more hats. I press another button and 5 tall draws open with all different kinds of shoes. I press the last button and 4 draws open and it is an assortment of jewelry. I laugh at everything and think to myself I am still 100% going to continue shopping even though It looks like I have everything I could ever need. I just love shopping.

One zero though, he is just as fair as all his siblings and she likes them dark. His feet are closed with the most recent black and white puma Cali fashion sneakers she's seen weeks ago in a magazine. Her lips could only stay wide because those shoes are pretty darn expensive, he already has them? She drooled on those shoes for hours trying to think what price possession she has so she can sell them off to buy them. She loves sneakers way too much, maybe more than she's ever loved her own boot cut pants and that is Suhayr saying something. Boot cut pants are her number one priority after being rich.

“Is there a boutique in this building?” “Floor seven! Fashionfangs. The owner’s a vampire-wolf hybrid—super dramatic, calls everyone ‘darling’ like she wants to eat you. Which she might. She’s rude but has the best leather—” “Get me the skimpiest outfit in the store. Short, tight, shameless. Something that makes anybody clutch their pearls.” Astrid blinked twice. “Yes, ma’am!” I reached for Simon’s wallet on the nightstand, pulled out a black card. She waved it away.