Style Of The Novels & Stories

“Whatever Cactus. Can you just get all the dresses and go inside the fitting room already?” This demanding baboon. That's what I did. I lift my chin up to push the entire clothesline in the fitting room and put on each dress one by one. I go out for them to see and sometimes I regret doing it because of the sharpness of this monkey's tongue, you hear a lot that is not good. “What's that Clyne. You seem to have lacked fabric in your clothes,” Tsong commented. “It's what you call style, Vince. That's the trending right now don't you know?” his friend replied.

I had to set the Samsung Tab on the table close to him to have a clear view,then I focused more on that. “So Mr Kayden,these are some samples of Core Suit Styles, let me know if anyone matches your taste.” He just nodded slightly as his response but his eyes were all over me doing only what God knows to my body. I felt it but I needed to focus more. “This very one is the Single-breasted suit, it a versatile style, with one column of buttons and minimal overlap but some persons also typically prefer two or three buttons, it’s timeless for business, does this match your interest or would you prefer the double-breasted with two columns of buttons with wider overlap, this is more structured and

It was a statement look—bold yet refined. When I finished, the stylist helped me into the jumpsuit. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, cinching at the waist to accentuate my figure. The sleek design exuded confidence and elegance, and I paired it with delicate diamond studs and a simple bracelet for just the right touch of sparkle.

"Custom-made does tend to fit better. What style would you like, Ms. Blair?" Shelia replied, "The same style as hers."

He complains on my English that I mix tenses , I am trying to perfect it but he cannot change me that is me. I just hope I will not embarrass anyone on the banquet day, the banquet is just two weeks away and I haven’t learn anything yet I want to look very beautiful for Adeoye that day not for any other person or for the so call banquet, my designer will be here to take my measurement , she is one of the most famous designers in town and I already selected a special style that will look beautiful on me that I know Adeoye would like on me, I would look like that African modern princes.

Like stratosphere high. When her leather gown appears, there was an audible gasp from the audience and she locked eyes with Molly. “Shit,” she mouths. Monica doens't say it but she was thinking the same thing. Yori’s collection goes next, and despite her worries, she has harnessed her cultural background and personal style with a series of outfits that play off geisha, video games, and maybe even off the ridiculous anime that she complained about. Her favourite part is her styling, with each model in lug-

Now, he had to face a middle-aged woman from the alley and play her childhood neighbour, Lucas, and he wanted to be a ruffian, but he couldn't bring himself to say "I quit." Nine hours later, the carefully crafted "casual" style finally appeared. The Lucas before me was an alley-goer with the texture of the 1980s but with an extraordinary appearance. Jenn couldn't help but admire, seemingly natural, yet extremely delicate. The position, curvature, and colour of each strand of hair were all carefully arranged.

If he love his suit so much he shouldn't have pushed me. He was putting on a suit that somehow looks like a modern suit except this one was style in a different way. the back of it was so long that it was touch the floor. I think this was called a tailcoat, honestly i wasn't sure, I hardly pay any attention in my history class back then. His trousers were dark green, beautifully style like his suit. In my eyes his cloth looks finer than him, if prince Zane was the one wearing this clothes it would have looked more perfect, this guy was nothing more than a blemish to his fine clothing.

continued the magazine reporter. I stared at the girl, who was grinning and battering her lashes at me, and my insides sighed in exasperation. I’m not sleeping with you, if that’s what you’re after. Jeez…. Smiling, I replied, “I used to have one. T-shirt and jeans. Now, my personal style is creativity. When I’m off-work, I wear the concepts of aspiring designers and stylists. This here—.” I pointed to my shirt and pants. “This is put together by a very young stylist.”

The skyline bleeding into the lake in the distance. Simple. Elegant. Intentional. Just how I wanted it. Another ping. Tomi’s update. The team was in position. Tabs were being kept. Movements logged. Patterns forming. I locked my phone and leaned back. Everything was going accordingly, just how I liked it. Except the stylist was still talking, something about draping and silhouettes and how “this shade of ivory would soften anybody’s aura.” I didn’t even look at her. “That’s enough.”