Santana Lopez Fashion Novels & Stories

“Please, I have been here too long to get scared by your threats. I may be your prisoner, but now that my brother is here, it won’t be for long.” I flip my bouncy curls off my face and onto my back. I face the closet and take out the smallest shorts I can find and a tiny crop top. With my ass facing Santino, I begin to dress up. My ass briefly brushes against his front, and he is hard as fuck. Fuck, the whore in me would pay anything to hug that animal in me, but I can’t show him now, can I? Santino grabs each side of my ass and brings me more on his front. The thickness through the fabric rubs against my panties.

*** Christian Lozetti. Everyone in New York knew who he was, including Silje. Christian was known for his modern yet romantic style, which was very popular among women. He was considered the hottest designer in the world. Women waited for his new designs every season and he was often featured in magazines and entertainment television. Sherian. This brand represented New York, and it was run by the world-famous Christian Lozetti.

She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares. I glance at Lola's outfit, which is a plaid short pencil skirt and a turtle neck, she looks so beautiful with her thign tattoo on flick, makes me ache for one, and a replica of the boot she has on. Selena on the other hand, is wearing a green jumpsuit which does amazing thing for her skin type. These girls are beautiful, and being with them in a grey dress makes me feel beautiful. "I'd totally bang you, but I got Xandru." I grin and she laughs.

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.

She also seemed to remember Luis and said, “So you were the judge at that time.” Luis was a fashion designer and owned a famous luxury brand in Stoslo. He sponsored almost all the luxury brands in the Sheena Jewelry Show. He had been one of the judges in the Sheena Jewelry Show three years ago, so Maisie remembered him. Luis nodded with satisfaction and replied, “It’s my honor that you still remember me, Ms. Zora.” Maisie smiled and said, “Please don’t say that, Mr. Luis. I'm more than honored that you remember me.”

His voice turned cold. "You won't ever force me to get married to someone I do not wish to!" And he was gone, slamming the door behind which generated echoes down the lonely hallway... *** Madame Stephanie was with the three best friends explaining and marketing her latest piece bit by bit and they were hooked, listening like play graders. "La Santos is the theme of my latest collection which I put out a few days ago. It focuses on the importance of self confidence and the exquisite taste required by a woman." She said as they heard raised voices outside.

"During the exhibition, our photographer captured a series of photos, and one particular shot featuring you caught the attention of our designer. It left a lasting impression, prompting his strong recommendation for you to audition." Chloe's surprise turned into excitement. "Was it the renowned designer Santiago Hart?!" she squealed. Santiago’s name held immense weight in the fashion industry, known as a true titan with an eccentric personality and an exceptional eye for detail. To even capture his attention was a rare honor, typically reserved for a privileged few actors and models. In the fashion circle, there was a well-known saying: "If Santiago Hart sets his sights on you, it's as if he

Taking Lanka to Milan felt like the only way to stay sane. It was the first time they were traveling for something that wasn't a funeral or a threat. As the head of Rivera Global, Milan Fashion Week was a mandatory slog, one Santiago usually skipped. But he wanted to see Lanka in that world. Santiago reached the hangar first. He was leaning against the black SUV when the car pulled up. His throat went dry as Lanka stepped out. He was wearing a simple linen wrap, sandals, and dark lenses. When Lanka saw him, he pushed the glasses into his hair and smiled—a real, genuine look that made Santiago’s heart skip a beat. Santiago didn't move, half-afraid he’d trip over his own feet, just watching th

Anita complimented and I thought she also looked great. She stood in her early forties and she looked twenty two, she was a beautiful tall woman dressed in a purple dress which hugged her body beautifully, and it looked like something in the collection which was named an FEMALE ICON'S EDITION. I was going to get something for Mariana, Sophie, my mum and even Bonnie from the collection. They were all just spectacular.

Then the internet found out who she was. By noon someone had matched the butter yellow dress to a brand called Antonia Reyes Studio, found the designer's I*******m, found a tagged photograph captioned "my girl Carmen," and from there the trail was short. Carmen Lopez. Architecture student. Former girlfriend of Russell James, Merseyside FC forward.