The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

Only their hands and the sleeves of their shirt were visible. But that was enough for her to identify Vance. She had picked out all his clothes, and she recognized the cufflinks immediately. They were ones she had disliked the originals for and had custom-made for him. They were one of a kind.

Wearing my flowered pajamas. The sight would be funny if I weren’t still shaking. My sleeves, the ones with the ruffled cuffs, are stretched absurdly tight over his muscular forearms. The tiny embroidered daisies at the hem of the shirt ride up his abdominal muscles, which I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger over. And the pants, well… they only go about halfway down his calves.

I pull back. In the movement, his left arm braces against the bench edge. His jacket's gone. He's in a thin long-sleeve shirt. Dark charcoal. Sleeves pushed to his forearms. The shift pulls the fabric up. Two inches. Three. POV: Silas The wind hits the bare skin of my inner wrist before I feel the fabric slide. The scar is out. Right there. Pale and jagged in the flickering light. Old reflex hits first. Hide it. Yank the sleeve. Make it nothing. My fingers twitch toward the cuff before I stop them.

She smiled sympathetically at me and brushed her thumb over the cuff. “I’m an old lady now you know,” she said, “I have had a lifetime of this thing in my blood, fighting it and losing everyone I hold dear because of it, because of their greed for the power that it represented,” I looked at her, not knowing what to say. “I know my dear Colton loves me, and I know he loves you. And I know what my bastard of a brother is doing to him.” She stepped back and picked up something. I watched as she presented a matching cuff to the one on my wrist. It was silver and had an inlay of the crescent moon symbol from the books on the Order on the inside. I flinched as she fastened it to my upper arm.

Still, that shield was as vulnerable as if it was made of paper under Dalton’s incoming sword. A muffled sound rang off! The man’s shield was shattered into pieces. The clothes on his body exploded, revealing the upper half of his body. A ping-pong ball-sized Red Moon tattoo on the man’s chest was revealed, and the pattern was too dazzling not to be seen.

she mumbled. Sean didn't respond. He simply retracted his arm. As he lifted it, she noticed a bright blue glint beneath the cuff of his shirt. That cufflink… Could it be…? Macie zoned out for a moment, leaning back in her seat with her face pressed against the window. Blue cufflinks weren't exactly rare. He could've easily bought another similar pair. He had only worn it the last time to provoke Edward. Macie didn't think he would have any reason to wear them again.

This is free and soft. "White again" Ril spoke. "Wear this" He spoke, moving a small box in front of me on the bed. I opened the box and there was a long dress covering up my legs. It was crimson red. There was a soft maroon bottom underskirt and on top of that, there was a red net. There was a dark crimson red stone at the neck of the dress with a small chain attached to the dress itself. The butterfly sleeve is really soft. "White is good, but this red looks good on you"

The reason why I’m combing my hair carefully and making sure nothing’s stuck in my teeth even though I brushed my teeth after drinking blood is because of my wife, my beautiful wife Sofia. What can I say? She just brings out the best in me. I’m in a sleek, regal military-inspired outfit in black and crimson. It features a tailored high-collar jacket with red gemstone buttons, a diagonal crimson sash, silver chains and a dragon-shaped shoulder brooch. A dramatic red-lined cape drapes from one shoulder, paired with fitted black trousers adorned with silver accents and knee-high black boots. My gods, Sofia has me meticulously inspecting my outfits. Very soon I’ll know the names of all the cloth

He produced another slender cuff, with a long chain attached to a metal ring in the middle. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Liora drank in the sight of him, her mouth salivating at the desire that rolled off him in waves. The sleeves of his dark blue shirt were pushed to his elbows, and the front buttoned down just enough that she could see a hint of his muscular chest.

I honestly did not expect that sort of nerdy look would look good on guys but Kevin was able to pull it off perfectly. As for me, I am representing the MEH, students. MEH as in the never mind students who don't really have a specific fashion thing going on but want to look decent and human at the same time. A quarter-sleeved see-through polo shirt with 5 different colors. The right side of the shirt is purple while the sleeves are a dirty mint color. The left side is pastel pink with it's sleeves colored nude. At the ends of the sleeves - I think those are called cuffs? - are colored white.