The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

Alexis needed to feel calm and relaxed right now and in there. Alexis sighed as she looked at her reflection there. The blackish red rose symbol had almost filled her left arm right now. Alexis didn't know what to do or how she really felt about it actually. Alexis can no longer wear a regular t-shirt, because if anyone else saw it, they would definitely think that Alexis had a big tattoo all over her left arm like that. And it will not have a good impact on the scholarship that she has received so far. That's why, Alexis always wears shirts, clothes or even jackets, as long as they have long sleeves and are enough to cover the blackish red rose symbol on her body.

“At least something good came out of you ruining my shirt.” I turned away quickly, my cheeks burning. That made him laugh once – a sound sending heat low in my stomach, catching me by surprise. “Relax,” he said, followed by an unzipping sound from the garment bag. “I’m not going to eat you.” I turned despite myself, looking at him buttoning the new shirt. It was crimson red. Making him look even more dangerous. And breathtaking. He smiled faintly. “Or maybe I am?” My eyes widened, and my breathing stopped, unsure if he was teasing. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows, then smoothed the cuffs with perfect precision before his attention turned back toward me again.

I am wearing a color champagne body-hugging mermaid evening long dress with a thin strap, paired with black single strap heels, which I am not used to wearing. My back is not covered with any fabric. Maybe I'll ask for a shawl later in case the night gets cold. And from my dress, I moved my gaze to the accessories Nereza gave me. The golden upper arm cuff with a crescent moon design and comb pin with small pearls and flowers she placed in my elegant bun Nereza came back with Markus. The two look good together. The way they stare into the eyes of each other is something you can not break. Even without words, I can see their love and compassion toward each other.

And next to the matte black cuffs made up of a material and thankfully not harsh metal, was a blindfold. Fuck.

He pulled it out, holding it up against the light. It was champagne-colored, with a high neck and a sleeveless cut that draped elegantly down to the floor. No sheer panels or plunging neckline. Just pure, sophisticated class. "This one," he said firmly. "You're actually letting me wear something sleeveless?" I teased, taking the hanger from him. "What happened to the 'wrap me in a blanket' speech from five minutes ago?" Luca smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "I’m compromise-oriented today. Besides, the high neck keeps people’s eyes where they belong. On your face. Or on me, for being lucky enough to stand next to you."

Her brother was very bad at taking care of himself. She went to Nathaniel's room and opened the wardrobe. Most of his clothes were formal suits in black, white, and gray. Natalie took out a silver-gray casual jacket from the wardrobe and was about to go out when she glanced at a cufflink on the jewelry cabinet. She went over to pick up the cufflink and examined it carefully; it was the same as the one she had chosen with Zoe last time. The shopping guide said that this was a limited edition that had just been released, and there was only one.

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

My heart leaps up to my throat when his fingers fiddle with the opening of the sleeve for a second before he grips the sleeve and tears it off. I gulp. “You good?” Devin questions and I stupidly nod as if he could see me. Wait, what if he’s taken his blindfold off? I’d have no way of knowing unless…well, it wouldn’t hurt to be sure. I pull down my blindfold a little to check to see if his was still on and sigh, relieved when I see it is. I allow my eyes to rake over the length of him. Oh, mama, what a fine specimen of a man he is. There he stood in only a pair of black Armani boxers looking good enough to devour with his bulging muscles and those sexy pulsing veins running down the length of

Jasmine. There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on. She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room. The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards. But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.