Red Sleeve Cuff Mga Nobela at Kwento

Saffron still chuckled thinking about it. The long gossamer sleeves widened at the wrist and flowed down nearly to the floor. The bodice was simple with a smattering of dark grey beads woven throughout. The neckline was low and square. Verita had also scowled at that but Saffron knew Elric would appreciate the soft swell of her breasts that peeked over the top of her decolletage.

And just like the conference last year, all were wearing their suit to their own satisfaction. Marco Czeslaw of Sanguine pack wears this white-colored sleeve opened with three buttons, topped with a black suit, and partnered with dark trousers. On his upper left corner, the chest part is embroidered with a symbol ♄. The emblem of the Sanguine pack. His silver-like hair was daringly brushed backward. And what’s keeping him different from the rest was his audacious gaze with those grey eyes he possesses.

Wearing my flowered pajamas. The sight would be funny if I weren’t still shaking. My sleeves, the ones with the ruffled cuffs, are stretched absurdly tight over his muscular forearms. The tiny embroidered daisies at the hem of the shirt ride up his abdominal muscles, which I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger over. And the pants, well… they only go about halfway down his calves.

They laugh, and Sammy takes her into the bathroom closing the door. The dress is hanging up over a shower rail in a dress bag. Sammy puts a hand over her mouth as she unveils it from the bag. Celine smiles, it’s still as magnificent as the last time she’d seen it. It has long lace sleeves, which end with a small piece of elastic that goes around her ring finger to keep it in place. The lace is a dark teal that matches her hair. The bodice has a Queen-Anne neckline, which fits to her chest perfectly.

And next to the matte black cuffs made up of a material and thankfully not harsh metal, was a blindfold. Fuck.