Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

The corset hung low on her chest revealing the upper part of breast, the sleeves were only attached at the edge of the top. The corset hugged her body and flowed down with a thigh high slit in the front, the ruffles increased the length and size of the dress. The black dress complimented her red hair and her green eyes.

I pulled a gold arm band from the box, its inscription was delicate, and lovely, and the band itself hammered so thin, it was feather light. "Thank you," I breathed, "It's beautiful." My dress was long sleeve of snug velvet that stretched, but not enough to slip the band on under my sleeve, all the way to my bicep. So I slipped it on over my sleeve instead, using magic to ensure it wouldn't slip off as the evening progressed.

The other maids set the boxes on a table, and open one of them to reveal yards and yards of pristine white silk. The dress is minimalistic, with detailed golden embroidery at the sleeveless neckline and waist, where the dress cinches in a style above and below the bust, then flows down gently to the feet. The sleeves would need to be worn separately, off shoulder and firm till the elbow and wide at the ends, with similar golden embroidery at the top, the elbow, and then the wide ends of the sleeves.

He had those made custom without telling her. The dark gold of the cufflinks matched her champagne-gold dress. Thin straps, decolletage showing just enough in a dip between her breasts, soft fabric going straight down the body to her ankles hugging that curve from her waist to wide hips. The upper layer of the fabric was transparent with shiny threads painting vertical lines everywhere, creating an illusion of a transparent dress. She looked like a nude female form dipped in golden champagne, the droplets of the drink sliding down her skin.

Or perhaps it was just the excessive amounts of booze she had taken in. He unzipped his jacket and laid it over his legs before taking off his actual cufflinks and rolling up his shirtsleeves to display his muscular forearms, which were covered with seductive tattoos. Cassie saw her cheeks warming up as he sat there wearing a black tie, a dark blue vest, and a white shirt. She said, clearing her throat, which had suddenly grown thick. "So, what are you drinking, Irish?"

Cindy giggled and slapped his back. The second dress Cara tried on was a long-sleeved turtleneck dress, which ended just below her knees. Already irritated by the feeling of her neck being suffocated from the fabric, Cara didn't even bother to show it to Vincent. Finally, Cara reached the third and last option. It was a swiss dot wrap mini dress ending just above her knees with a moderately and yet safe neckline that showed minimal cleavage. The sleeves were short, framed and fluttery, and the tying waist tops the wrap mini skirt.

Could it be that her hidden meaning was the same as what he thought? When Ralph considered this, he undid the tie he had just fastened around his neck, then took off the suit he had carefully chosen and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. After looking in the mirror, he undid two collar buttons to reveal his neckline. He felt he looked quite sexy this way.

The bangles along her wrists chimed like faint bells. Yet beneath the silk sleeves of her blouse, hidden from everyone else in the courtyard, Elena felt the cold, unyielding weight of platinum. The cuff. Its presence had become impossible to ignore. Even through layers of fabric, she could feel the metal pressing gently against her skin. A quiet reminder. A mark. Not visible. But real. She wondered if Julian could feel it too. Across the mandap, he stood already waiting. Julian Vance looked perfectly composed. The cream-colored sherwani fitted him like armor, its golden embroidery gleaming softly in the firelight. His turban sat firmly on his head, giving him the unmistakable presence of a r

Alec asked, shrugging out of his jacket. "Yeah—sorry I would have went back for a jacket if I knew we'd be spending time outside." I gladly took the leather jacket from him, slipping it on and immediately feeling it's warmth. It smelled heavily of Alec's cologne, and slightly of meat and food from the restaurant. "It's fine," he said, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves so that they stayed firmly rolled up. I loved when guys wore their shirts like that; there was just something weirdly sexy about an exposed forearm—especially on a man as handsome as Alec. "I brought it for you anyway."

With my perfumes, makeup, clothes, shoes, bags, you name it, and I have it. It didn’t take me long to find what I wanted to wear. I chose a burgundy ribbed knit top. It’s slim, body-hugging, with a wide scoop neckline trimmed in soft cream. The ribbons at the front run vertically down my chest, leaving space between each one so my skin showed, and so did parts of my breast since I decided to go braless for this. The sleeves were long and dramatic with a flare at the wrist.