Style Of The Novels & Stories

It was basic, and it was on the affordable side. The next several hours we spend going through clothes. I land on a gothic chic style. There are a lot of black, dark colors, torn-up jeans and leggings, fringy and lace details, combat boots, and leather jackets. Once we settled on a style, Blair had the initiates clear the other stuff away. We focus on clothes, accessories, and some makeup. I’m not a huge makeup fan, but I can get behind some mascara, eyeliner, and various shades of red lipstick.

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His outfit was no different than his usual office attire: a nude-colored jacket with matching pants, dark shoes, a cloud-white shirt spotless as a teenager's search history, and a black tie that I'd love to use as a garrote someday. "I know you were in need of money, but I didn't know you were this desperate." His words were washing over me like a monotonous tide. My mind was too occupied with his hair, always looking like they were combed by the wind. His sense of style seemed to be a homage to the 1890s, yet he managed to make it look more alive than any trend you'd find on a Paris runway. "As I was saying, perhaps you would be interested in signing a contract with me...?"

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With the almost Identical matching sleeveless tuxedo, it was a faded jeans blue and it complimented and really brought out the color of her hair, making it pop. If I was to describe her style, it was going to be more of artistic and less of chaotic but the rich were mostly conservatives and they cared more about how they would look than how they actually want to look, they have enough money to damn the society yet they still give flying f*cks about what they think. "You like??" She teased, sending a quick wink my way and I felt a little hit rise to my cheeks staining it. I didn't bother to look away though because I knew the cold was going to fade and my skin would be back to normal.

Women like me don’t usually get paired with men like that in other people’s minds. Before Sienna changed her style, before the glow up, nobody would’ve pictured her with Knox either. She looked like a brilliant bookworm, soft spoken, layered sweaters, heavy glasses. Nobody saw that coming. And me? I’m very Afrocentric, with a natural, earthy style. Dashiki vibes mixed with African aesthetic. Natural thick curls. Minimal makeup. Big hoops. Lip gloss. Skin oiled and glowing. I smell good. I dress well with clothes tailored to my body, not hiding it.

The way he spoke just now could easily misguide others to think that she was his girlfriend. Through the corner of Tony’s eyes, he saw her anxious look and smiled. Then, he asked flatly, “Have you looked into my preferences?” Obviously, he’s trying to change the topic. Myra felt slightly torn. Seeing that he was about to talk about the topic she was interested in, she nodded exasperatedly. “I’ve already looked into it but mostly it’s based on some official information and some personal observations. For example, some official sites claim that you like modern classicism, but your house is decorated in a modernist style with a minimalistic and elegant touch.” After a pause, she turned to look

Her style was a mixture of indie and cotton, saying that all the clothes he has are eco-friendly, or that are recycled. Then there was Crystal she’s the opposite of us more of Daisy’s style grunge, dark academic, but it matches with her umber ink hair and dark as her sophisticated eyes. When Daisy sees her, she would love her style and want to have her as her new model, they all were so different but so perfect.

Like my voice was just background noise, a bird chirping somewhere in the distance. The stylist stepped toward me, all business. “Stand straight.” I did. Or, I tried to. My spine didn’t exactly know what “royal posture” meant, but I gave it my best shot. She circled me once, fingers occasionally brushing the air like she was sketching something invisible around me. Then she grabbed a tape measure from a nearby table and started wrapping it around my waist, my arms, my neck, muttering numbers under her breath. “Too thin,” she murmured, like she was disappointed. “And the hair… gods, the hair needs a miracle.”

Esme replied sarcastically. A frown appeared on Nicole's features before she managed to compose herself. Esme took the stage and started her presentation. "My design is inspired by Danish style which is called as Mid-century modern. This style focuses on organic shapes, clean lines and its functionality. With changing trends and constant demand for new styles...." as Esme started, every one started to listen with rapt attention. Pin drop silence can be heard through the entire auditorium. Even Mr. Russell Delano was listening with surprise and intrest.