Rarity X Fancy Pants Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How many pairs were you thinking of, Majesty?" "One of each?" Conor replied, slightly confused. "I see. How about I make you a special offer? I'll make three dress flats, a pair of boots and slippers, and two pairs of sandals for free." "That sounds great to me," Conor nodded in agreement. "I do have a bit of an idea of what I want for her clothes. Her small wardrobe should have a few different purples: a black and gray dress. I would like her outfits to be interchangeable," Conor advised. I have no idea how long I will keep her, so I don't plan on spending much on her clothes. " Is it possible to have her undergarments be simple?" I know I want her—should I get some outfits that show off h

Beth let go of Logan's hand and looked around at the fabric pants she was looking for. Indeed, expensive items can't lie, from the fabric, style and softness of these pants…surely it's definitely different from the ordinary pants that Beth bought before, which cost twenty dollars at most…this is two point five hundred dollars! Beth was about to take three pieces, she had already put her devilish smile on Logan… but because she was a good person, she ended up telling the card holder first. “This one pants costs twenty five…. How?" "You like it?" Beth nodded.

“The fancy one with the gold handles. Did you go shopping?” “Nothin’ is what it is.” “It's from Maison Laurent,” Jazz says, squinting at the logo. “That place is expensive. Like, really, freaking expensive.” “It’s nothing,” I say again. But Indie is already off the bed, moving toward the desk. "Indie, don't—!" Too late. She grabs the bag. “Indie!” She pulls out the dress, and both she and Jazz gasp in unison.

“Shit! Ah damn it! I forgot about that trick. I guess I rushed to get you home and didn’t think about my clothes… For once… Damn it, that was one of my favorite shirts. And those pants were limited edition too. Oh! My bracelet! I had that thing for at least a month now! I’m never going to find clothes like that again. Not unless I have them custom made. Maybe I’ll do that. I’ll get my tailor to see if he can recreate that style. I bet he’s going to charge me extra too. I’ll have to bargain with him. First I need to find a picture of me in those clothes. I’m pretty sure I wore that same outfit a few months ago. Maybe it was sooner. Hopefully it was sooner. I don’t want to go digging through t

--- Across the Street — Miss Little Stalker Jessy was still in her car, still watching the villa like a hawk. But then her phone buzzed again. And again. Finally, with an irritated sigh, she snatched it up. “What?” she snapped. “Babe! You won’t believe the shoes I found today—” Jessy’s attention snapped instantly. “What shoes? Send me a picture!” Her friend launched into a long, dramatic story about a shopping trip, a rude salesgirl, and a limited‑edition bag that “absolutely nobody else could get.”

Saying so Xavier strutted to the bathroom then closing the door he quickly took off his shirt. But he was more astounded now. There was nothing like he thought. "Why are there no rashes on my body? I get it every time..." There in the cloakroom, Amyra was seeing things around. She was surprised to see so many of his clothes. All branded limited edition clothes, expensive limited edition watches, his shoes, different coloured neckties and etcetera etcetera. She saw in movies before how those wealthy CEOs had these but meeting in real life one was impressive. 'If not he had a bad temper and that super annoying mouth of his, he would make a great combination of....'

"If you follow me, I won't treat you badly." Thorgan looked down and froze. His eyes widened, and his heavy body began to tremble. "Anama Rei?" Cyrus held a brand-new, unopened Anama Rei figurine. It was a 2024 limited edition, with only 50 units released worldwide. Online prices had already soared past 5,000 dollars, and even then, availability was nonexistent. To a veteran nerd like Thorgan, it was nothing less than a sacred relic. He stared at Cyrus in disbelief, then pointed at himself. "T-This is for me?"

Lucy commented, "you really are a slut, aren't you, Jan?" Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. "Yes," she said, "but it's okay 'cause I'm gonna get fucked." She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

I muttered, eyes locked on the cases but seeing nothing. "Mm," Dante hummed, unconvinced. "Fine. My favorite lie." I shot him a look, but he just smirked. "You know," he added, lazily picking up a glittery pink case like it offended him, "if you are going for ugly, might as well go all in." I stared at it, neon pink with fake rhinestones spelling out the word Princess. It looked like something a teenager would impulse-buy at the mall. A soft, unwilling laugh broke out of me. "That's hideous."

“Do not aggrevate me, I don’t want you to be showing everything to everyone. Humans are very touchy feely.” The girl looks from me to Dysnomia and back, “Alpha Zared, crop tops and hotpants are very fashionable currently. She won’t stand out in a negative way.” “She’s gorgeous in everything and anything. I want at leat her stomach covered.” Dysnomia turns back to the changing rooms and I see that the ‘hotpants’ barely cover her ass, AND HER ASS TOO!” I shout. I hear Dysnomia laughing, “I told you he would freak out.”