She Wear Her Heart On Her Sleeve Novels & Stories

One look at her and the weight on my shoulders lightened, the air in my chest was gone, and a warmth I couldn’t remember feeling before washed over me. She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. Her long brown wavy hair cascaded past her shoulders, her skin was tan and looked silky soft. My gaze paused on the black ribbon in her hair. Smooth tan skin was sheathed with white embroidered polyester and chiffon, her butterfly sleeves running down to her wrist. The material ran down to the floor, hiding her legs. Her eyes were downcast, I couldn’t see what color they were but I wanted to know. Something screamed from the depths of my soul. I needed to know everything there was to know about her.

She smiled apologetically as she sat across from me. “Thank you for this. You shouldn’t have bothered bringing me here just to sober up. A nice air from the bus or taxi will do,” she grinned. I smiled, looking down to avoid gazing at her cleavage. Her sleeveless dress has a plunging V-neckline, and her dress accentuates her beautiful body, making her look sexier. She must have noticed I wasn’t feeling comfortable; she blushed and looked for something to cover her. “Oh!” I exclaimed, taking off my suit jacket and giving it to her. “Here.” I offered, and when she shook her head, I smiled. “It’s okay,” I assured her.

Eat your hearts out… She's Ours. "Take off your shoes," I whisper. As she steps out of them, I unbutton the halter at her neck while James sides down the zipper. The dress falls away, leaving Charlotte naked to the audience, dressed only in a heavy collar of black gems at her throat and her beautiful hair.

She smiled. She was wearing a long, white and sleeveless dress. It had diamond stones hooked to it and they glittered beautifully. The attachment was made and it made the dress look large and longer. Her hair was styled up and attached to it was her veil that covered her face. The dress covered her shoes and no one could see what she had her feet in. She was holding a red bouquet, a smile plastered on her face.

Her voice wheezes. Her bloodshot and puffy eyes flash with sadness. She looks like she cried all day. She puts a misty pink scarf around her neck to hide her bruise, and a carnation pink gloss on her lips. She’s only wearing a simple red shirt and tight black jeans under her brown cashmere coat, but still, she manages to allure me. “Does Wright know you’re coming?” She lowers her gaze down. I don’t even know why I bother asking, of course, Kyland won’t allow her to see me again.

Adorable. With a contented sigh, I chose a full sleeve shirt, a black tie-waist coat, and fleece-lined tights, thinking they would suit her beautifully. She bounded to the dressing room with enthusiasm, eagerly taking the outfit from me.

she said. I blinked, taking in the full sight of her now. She wore a sleek, fitted black outfit. something straight out of a covert ops file. It clung to her like it was tailored for her body alone. High-functioning bitch. I saw the man’s weapon lying there beside him. Without hesitation, I scooped it up and pointed it straight at her. “What are you doing, Sheila?” she asked.

She swallows harshly. Her heart starts to race as she wonders what is going to happen, but she knows that there’s nothing she can do about it. “Yes, Commander,” she says softly. Without further prompting, she pulls off her t-shirt, folds it, and places it on the ground. Then, she reaches for her long-sleeve underneath. She keeps her eyes on the ground, avoiding the reactions of the two guards. Pulling the hem of the shirt up, the bruises littering her ribs are immediately visible. She continues, pulling the shirt above her head and wincing as she slides her right arm out of the sleeve. Again, she folds it and places it on the ground with her t-shirt before reaching for her leggings.

She noticed I wasn't dressed yet and asked for the reason. “ I can't wear this” I cried and she just smirked. “ Sleeved blouses are strictly for the Queen. I'm sorry but that is how we dress here. I will give you a scarf though” She said pointing to a small scarf lying on the chair. I breathed in relief, at least my chest would be covered but my arms would be exposed.

And although it was winter, she wore a sleeveless silk dress. She opened the door for Celeste. Then, she put on her cashmere coat and said, "Let's go. I want to get a tattoo."