Sweetly Stitched Novels & Stories

The words hit Jun like physical blows. Jun looked at his own hands. Smooth. Manicured. Unstained. He thought of Min’s hands, scrubbed raw but forever marked. I need you safe. "Done," Felix announced, his voice thick with emotion. He snipped the thread and taped a sterile pad over the stitches. "It’s not my best embroidery work, but it’ll hold. No heavy lifting Beak, and I mean it! No fighting either." Baek rolled his shoulder carefully. "Thank you."

The sewing machine whirred softly in the corner of the boutique. Maya stood by the fitting table, carefully trimming the edge of a sleeve she had just finished stitching. Fabric rolls lined the shelves, threads of every color hung neatly in place, and the warm scent of fresh coffee filled the air from the cup sitting nearby.

Melody moved a chair and sat next to Sophia, commenting on each player from time to time. They agreed with the judges, and even a veteran like Sophia was impressed. "Those two girls are good. Their stitches are delicate and steady." Following the direction Sophia was pointing at, Melody saw that it was Janice and Queta. Melody noticed that Queta had a proud smile on her face, while Janice looked much calmer. They stood out until the end of the game, but never once did Janice appear smug. Sophia's comments were very objective. "In terms of evenness, fineness, and density of the stitches, Janice and Queta did the best. What impressed me more is that Janice used the picking technique when embro

“Do you want him to live?” Camela took too long to respond. The Bride lowered her voice. “Because if you do…the stitches must be in place before the next moonrise.” “Stitches?” Camela's voice trembled. The Bride pointed at the mannequin. “The dress is stitched with threads pulled from promises, and you, my dear, have made quite a few of those.” Camela felt a tightness in her chest again, as the intense heat from the seal within her pulsed hard, almost painfully.

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an accident.”

Scarlett pleaded. “Please, what baby? I don’t believe I offered to do anything more than tie you up.” Maverick said in her ear, “This is for my own enjoyment. I want to see you arch your back to get me to touch you. I want to tease you until you can’t take it, and then I want to tease you more until your pussy is dripping down your leg with anticipation.”

Dahlia's Point of View Even the air felt fresher after I freed myself from that cage of lies and betrayal. I didn't feel tired at all despite my four-hour flight. Instead, I was filled with a sense of ease and relief, reminiscent of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. I was speaking to Mina Vulpona, my new colleague, when my phone vibrated. It was Sylvia. She had sent me a photo of her wearing the winner's crown for the Bridal Queen Tournament. She was standing next to the dress I had created, and Felix and Leon were standing on either side of her.

Eyes locked on mine. Dark. Possessive. He stripped off his shirt in one smooth motion. Then his pants. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, already leaking. He crawled over me again. Spread my thighs wider. Lined himself up. “Look at me,” he ordered. I did. Our eyes locked. He pushed inside—slow this time. Inch by inch. Filling me completely. I gasped. He groaned—low, broken. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered.

Shaking, I wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks and then curled up on the bed. Styx Syruis: Why are you not answering my call? Styx Syruis: Are you okay? I smile a little before typing. Zyxhiaxy Eleanor: you're clingy, aren't you? He quickly replied when he saw my chat. Styx Syruis: I am not. I laughed softly. Even in chat, he's cute. Zyxhiaxy Eleanor: do you miss me now? HHAHAHAHA miss you, too."

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.