Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

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.

“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

’ She thought to herself as she pranced across the room to the walk in closet. “Holy crap! Val, you have a serious problem.” Stacy was referring to the five shelves of shoes ranging from flat bottomed dolly shoes to thigh high dagger heals, she grabbed a pair of denim shorts which turned into hot pants on Stacy, she had a bigger backside than her Alpha female and more of a curvaceous body too, the vest top barely reached her naval, but the look worked, she threw on her combat boots and flicked her hair back.

“Friend, her outfit is also from Hermes’ limited-edition series… Everything on her probably adds up to a few million.” “She’s basically wearing clothes that are equivalent to a house in value.” “The point is, isn’t she pretty? I can barely breathe when I look at her.” All the fans seemed envious when they looked at Xyla… The female fans were nearly turning gay for her. Xyla was very close to them. She could hear everything they were saying. When she heard what they said, she smiled slightly before slowly turning to look at them. Immediately after that, she smiled gently at them and nodded.

A very expensive brand that I haven't been fortunate enough to get anything from. "A replacement for the one I ripped off you. I picked them out myself, I think you will look fabulous in them. See you soon, Princess." Then he signed it with a 'C' I read the note over and over again running my fingers over the words. I can almost hear him saying them to me, whispering in my ears. I put down the note and open the bag. The lingerie is all in red, and I pull them out one after the other. There are four in total and every single one of them is so tiny and cute and pretty and so soft too. There is one with crotchless panties. I can just imagine what was going through his head when he picked it.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

It was like overnight I changed from Taylor Crewman, the girl who specialized in awkward conversations and was so boring she would've been put in jail to prevent everything fun and enjoyable from dying to Taylor Crewman, beautiful, intelligent and popular friend to the cheerleaders. It felt surreal that the P-word finally applied to me. After a lifetime of being ignored. “I got a discount at Farger's and I got these cool new pair of jeans,” Mindy boasted with sparkling eyes. The others let out a wow. “Don't you already have enough jeans?” Darcy asked. “How could you even possibly keep track all of them?” “You could number them,” I piped up. “I have a friend who does.” The table went quiet un

My gaze fell on the tidy desk where Venta Andres sat with a smile that never reached his eyes. I walked up, set the cufflinks on polished oak. The cufflinks glimmered like trapped sunlight. Venta lifted one with gloved fingers, whistled softly. “Forty million,” he said. I folded my arms. “Make it forty-five. They’re rare, and you know it.” His smile tightened. He turned the cufflink, studying the tiny Vitale crest. “Forty-two.” “Forty-five,” I repeated, locking eyes with him. My knees quivered, but I held the stare.