Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

Smith think it's a good idea to widen out, meet new people and hopefully fall in love. I know it's a dumb idea but I'm doing this anyway, to get them off my back. The lighting in here is so classy. The chairs are arranged around tables with pretty white flowers on them. Fancy cars in the parking area. People walking in dressed in fancy attires and then there's me dressed in a black, leather jacket with matching black, leather pants, a white graphic tee with the words 'Don't Give A F**k'. A red plaid shirt tied around my waist and comfy sneakers on my feet.

Lana Xander spins toward the stranger, anger rolling off him in hard waves. “Mind your own fucking business,” he snaps. I try to see the man, but Xander’s long legs block my view. The only thing I catch is his shoes. Clean, expensive loafers. The overhead fluorescent light flashes over the metal detail and the interlocking Gs. I grew up a block from the Jade District, surrounded by fake bags and knockoffs. I know a real Gucci logo when I see one. This one is real.

"2 FN-SCAR HEAVY, 1 M16, 4 HK P30L, 70 boxes of Ammo, 10 box Grenade, 2 full sets of Body armor, 100kg salt, 100kg Sugar, 10 boxes of medical supplies, 100kg of flour, 100kg of various spices, 5 boxes of Paper, 2 Drums of Gasoline, 1 set of portable heavy-duty solar stations, 10 boxes of military rations….and panties?…' Call me XOXO'…' Clara'….." I guess the last part was a tease. I already planned what to do in Fantasma while I was busy a week ago, naturally, when people get to go to another world the first thing they think was an adventure, romance, and becoming stronger, you know the typical plot. But for me, the trip to Fantasma was a chance for me to become rich. I gonna use this chance

Candy's voice sounded from the other side. Juma was silent. On his tablet, there was the glaring tabloid in bold letters reading; KOLEX.CO EMPLOYEE TRYING TO DESIGN AND MAKE NEW FG-SERIES CLOTHES; TO BE NOTICED OR TO ATTRACT A PARTNERSHIP WITH FRANKEY'S STUDIO??! Stephany's back, front and side pictures in the two outfits of FG series limited edition package, were posted under the tabloids with a long article, well written and perfectly formated speaking on the topic.

By the time Emily exits the dressing room, my arms are overloaded. “What are you doing?” she asks, coming to stand beside me. “Stocking up, sweetheart” I say raising my arms full of panties. “How many pairs of panties do you have?” I see her eyes widen as she riffles through what I’m holding. “Not enough yet” is my reply. She lets out the sweetest laugh. I fucking love that sound. I would do anything to hear her laugh often. “You do realise this is a high-end boutique? These garments don’t come cheap”

As if that explains it all. “Oh god,” I mutter, burying my sweaty face in a doll. “Jax has all kinds,” she continues, totally unfazed. “Red ones, silver ones, and glow-in-the-dark ones.” She taps her finger to her lips as if thinking about it. “Ripped, ribbed, dotted, fruity, spicy —” she adds proudly. “I don’t know what spicy means, but it sounds dangerous. One’s camouflaged, another’s got tiger stripes. Not joking.”

"But. I don't know your size." "Ah. Don't worry about that. I will help you with it." Because of his words, Riley was speechless. She could have predicted his size but she didn't want him to give false hopes. Anyway clearly, he wasn't getting the hint. Not wanting to refuse him she nodded her head. She chose some cheap t-shirts in bright colors and patterns of them, looked like, they were for young boys printed with certain cartoon characters. But Mindy never once questions her. Silently smiling and adding it to the cart.

“Really? I don’t know about that. Maybe I should buy an entire mall for her.” “Okay,” I played along with his joke, then let out a slight laugh. “Yes, by the way,” then she showed me the shirt he was holding. “I’m going to buy this for Xander. What do you think?” “Yes, it’s nice. That’s his favorite character,” I commented. “I’m gonna get every single color and design there is,” he informed me, then looked over to the right and called for a sales lady. “Yes, sir and ma’am? What can I serve you?”

Then again, your designs are all odd in a charming sort of way. ‘It’s called: unexpected. And you’re right, I’m going to make it my signature.’ I turned back from the pants to face him. ‘Trust me. It matches your skin tone perfectly. And Stacy is good with eyeliners. You’ll be the prince of rock when we’re done with—.’ Gasps rang in the air and everyone was looking in the same direction.

And he opened it, only to find a pair of shoes inside it. “This—this is expensive,” he muttered. Even without having to take a closer look, he already knew these shoes were a limited version. “It’s from the Xanders Museum. A limited version, only fifty of it in the world yet, and it’s also quality.” One of the men went ahead to explain to Smith. He already knew they were a limited version. It was as if whoever picked the shoes picked what he had lingered for a while ago.