Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

Cordy said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She would take it as compensation for him giving her his shirt. As this shirt was sullied with streaks of blood because of the accident today, he might not be able to wear it after today. "Don't be so boastful. It's hard to even get your hands on this piece. For limited-edition pieces like this, I had to queue for two months before I could get it. This brand releases only one design per season, limited to only fifty pieces across the globe. Royalty and the bigwigs would've reserved them long ago." Lucas looked at her in disdain as he went on. "Do you really think you can buy a piece just because you are slightly known in the fashion scene? I

I checked them, and they were my clothes with my underwear. “Did he pick up my clothes for me?” I asked, looking at the underwear. “Yes, I did. Cute pants,” he said, and I jumped in shock, not expecting it. But my face heats up, looking at the pants. I have other pants, and he chose this one? It’s a bunny type of pant, very childish. Why did I even buy it? Oh, I remember, I used to have a bunny pet who died, and when I went to get these pants, I couldn’t help but admire them. Damn him, I thought removing my clothes.

Some wave like they are scared to have me acknowledge them, while others look away really quickly like they never looked at me at all. In the back there are some that are mostly black with some slight designs in different colors. There is a pair that has purple along the pockets and the seams that I really like. When Scarlett sees me eyeing them she grabs them and throws them in a basket, while winking at me. I swear she is going to find a way to spend all of Dante's money if I give her a chance.

I am still pushing it and I saw him shaking his head. "You're unbelievable! You, silly girl, that's his name, X! Just one letter, and remember this, panty girl, don't get near him. He's dangerous!" I glared at him because he sounded like he owned me. While in the first place, he’s not even my friend! I have no time for this pervert. Might as well go back to the classroom. But before I could leave, I looked at him first. "Whatever! And can you please don't call me, panty girl?! Yours is even worse, PANTY STEALER!" I loudly said before I turned my back on him and decided to go back to the classroom.

“Jane, all of this shit is phenomenal and I’m not so sure about the leather trench coat, but these leggings and that pink leather shit? It is priceless and look at these boots! You’ve got them customized down to the fucking rings the laces go through and what’s this? Fucking leather coats with lace ruffled shit?”

He cleared his throat quietly. “Ma'am,” he said. “If you ever find yourself in need of funds… I'd suggest checking the value of what you're wearing before considering other options.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He clasped his hands behind his back. “The shirt alone, ma'am. Custom. Single stitch. Imported fabric. It starts at forty-two thousand dollars.” A small pause. “The sweatpants are a limited edition from a private label. Twenty-eight thousand.” My mouth opened.

The blue shimmered in her doe eyes. “Are you a member of the Fancy Pants Club?” I couldn’t help but fidget with my fingers. I hope asking her this directly wouldn’t give her any weird opinion of me. In my research in a social website, a famous columnist briefly mentioned that gaining one of the Fancy Pants Club member’s friendship and trust is advantageous. I hope Suri won’t see me as a gold digger who only wants her friendship to gain an advantage with the club.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

- Should I have five panties rescued from the trash to only need 4 more for my collection? - I am so anxious for the tenth that I can give you 5 more in five days, just like the others. - I retaliated. - I don't doubt it... The point is: I have five and adding to this one I close six. I have no doubt that the other four will come sooner than I expect. Then I'll have to exchange the gems for a ring. Smile: - I thought they went in the trash. - And would I be crazy to let anyone even touch what is mine?

I immediately grabbed several and investigated, they were almost all full. *See? They are thoughtful! They want to care for us,* Fanny said, preening. “Yeah regular gentlemen, those two. They wear spandex pants and throw themselves at other males for a good time. Dumb jocks only thinking with what’s between their legs. We need a real partner, someone with an actual brain,” I said, with a mouthful.