The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

Or rather, apart from the slacks and the shirt which used to be those colors. They were only visible where red blotches did not cover and long rips were absent. One sleeve was rolled up to his elbow, and another was ripped off of the shoulder. One single diamond remained as a button, just like the last piece of sanity on his face, which was covered in thin, red lines.

"Don't be like that. It's just our initials. Very tiny on the sleeve and beneath the collar…that's it." "Rhaul!!" "Ok! And on the breast pocket and scantily on the cuff and body." "Rahul!" "It is unnoticeable, baby. I promise." I know there is no way the initials are encrypted only on these mentioned parts…and when do pants have sleeves and collars? "Are we still talking about the red pants?" He went quiet on the other end. He does that when he senses I'm getting angry with him. "Baby, I..." "What exactly are you planning, Rahul? Do I need to prepare for some bizarre surprises?"

“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.

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

Again, Ella bit her lip as she realized she said more than she should. Red inserted his arms inside the sleeves of Matt’s lab coat, hiding his crisp white shirt underneath. Ella watched him button up and noticed his pectorals bulging underneath the ill-fitting lab garment. “I’m all set,” said Red and raised his chin to look at Ella. “Shall we go, Doctor?”

They were practically running a breeding camp. “And these... these men?” I managed to choke out, dropping my hand. “What do they look like?” “They wore masks. All of them. Iron plates over their faces,” she said, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall the details. “But they have a distinct red ribbon tied around the cuffs of their gloves.” I gave a tight, grim nod. Red ribbons. I'd find them, and I'd tear their throats out myself. “Do you know how many of you are down here?”

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.