Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

" What the heck?! Let go! " I grabbed his arms trying to pull them off me but then I noticed that he was wearing the cuff I gave him. Strange.... when did he start wearing it on his right? I wondered as I look at the cuff that was stuck on my right wrist which was slightly above his. Now both our cuffs are black leather. The only difference is that mine is a cheetah with a gold filling and his, is a Dragon with a silver filling. I wonder how that mishap in the lab changed its material and colour?

He wore only a white shirt, perhaps because of the summer heat. His tie was loosened slightly, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and attractive Adam's apple. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, his hands gripping the steering wheel, making his forearms look even more solid. When he turned the wheel, his arms moved, causing the shirt to stretch across his upper arms. The fabric clung tightly to his muscles, revealing his elegant, powerful contours.

I asked and she replied, “Yes, Raine said that it fits me perfectly” I replied, “So, will it be hard for me to take it off?” I teased and I heard her gasp and almost lose her grip on the phone. She fell silent and I asked, “Answer me, Maddy” “Uh…no, I do not think so” “Great, does it have sleeves?” “Yes, it has net sleeves with some delicate flowers on the shoulder. Though, I am not sure if I should keep them or not.” “Raine said something about the neckline. Describe that”

After speaking, he carried the clothes and went to the security room to find a place to change. Chelsea waited outside for a while, and Russell came out. She looked up and pursed her lips, "Why don't you go back in and change it back?" Russell has always worn size 185, and she also picked size 185. However, this size 185 is slimmer than what Russell usually wears. The originally loose short-sleeved shirt has become tight-fitting on him, and you can even see his muscles through the clothes. They are so full and bulging.

Riccardo I stood in front of the mirror, gripping the collar of my white dress shirt while I adjusted my cufflinks. Each motion felt intentional and precise. My silk tie was perfectly knotted, as usual, and my dark suit hugged my body just right, tailored to perfection. My broad shoulders filled it out well, the sharp black fabric slicing through the air like a predator on the prowl. The suit was flawless, the white shirt underneath crisp, and the black jacket smooth and polished.

Jasmine. There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on. She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room. The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards. But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.

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.

Alpha, the approaching wedding, and the contest. The beautiful sleeveless dress wasn’t a wise choice for the night with the chilly wave around but the way it spread itself around me makes me feel like a fairy princess. It does not help with the coldness but it makes me feel beautiful and confident. It perfectly blends with Ibhaan’s couple shirt. Turmeric yellow with patches of red and shimmering golden at the hem, it falls a couple of inches above my knees. It was Sierra’s choice. I am somewhat pleased with the appearance. The round neck with pearls at the hems does not reveal too much yet it does not cover too much.

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.