The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

“Let Big Sister Lena comb your hair and prepare your dress. I will have to get out of my dress before I stain it.” Delta said that, but she already spotted a red stain on one of the sleeves. However, since the puffed sleeve was red, it wasn’t easy to spot. However, when the blood dried and darkened, she would take a while to remove it. It was best to launder it now after she potentially dirtied it. …

Indeed, none of them would have been here if not for Xiao Chen's timely ability to control the army of Blood Corpses. The elderly man stroked his beard and smiled. "I'm afraid you have misunderstood my intentions, young girl. I am not suspicious of our young hero's allegiance. But there is something..." "RED SLEEVE!" Xiao Chen cried suddenly, his hands clawing deep into the soil. "Red Sleeve?" The elderly man uttered with surprise, his forehead creasing into a frown. He was meaning to ask Xiao Chen some questions to understand more about the Corpse Refinery Sect. More information would be needed to redraw new plans for a future campaign and Xiao Chen seemed to know more than what they knew a

“I will as long as you get more shirts like that. Your breasts look positively fucking delicious.” There was something that I needed to give her before we headed out. Jackson gave it to me yesterday because it was finally ready. I needed her to have it today for my own peace of mind. I grabbed it from my duffle and brought the pouch back over to her. I pulled the cuff from the pouch and attached it to her wrist. The cuff itself was made from black zirconium which made it nearly indestructible. It was spelled just like her ring on the off chance that she would need to shift with it on. There was another black stone in the center which had a translucent shimmer on the top of it.

Of course. I sat down. Two cuffs. One collar. Two days. My late shift still ahead of me. I laid the old-gold thread across the left cuff again. Two lines. Beginning together near the inner wrist, then opening as they traveled outward. I bent the sleeve. The space between them widened with the movement. Oh. I bent it again. There. That was better. Not decoration placed on a cuff. Decoration using what the cuff already did. I moved one line farther outward.

But in workout gear, it’s a game of where’s skin. He’s got this incredible realistic grayscale full sleeve piece on his right arm of a mountainscape of a wolf pup sitting on a lake looking at the rippled reflection of a full-grown wolf. His legs are grayscale realistic mythology scenes featuring, you guessed it, wolves. His left sleeve is different, still grayscale, but it’s a Nightmare Before Christmas sleeve. And his back dude has a full-color Japanese Godzilla piece. And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top.

The elderly man with white hair said to the camera, “The gown I’m auctioning today is a design that I’ve worked hard for all my life. I named it, Phoenix." With that, two of his assistants brought a gown to the camera, and it was a bright red gown with a tight and open-shoulder cutting. A detail worth noticing was that the top part of the sleeves was tight that could make a person’s arms look slim, and from the wrist onward, the cut opened up three meters long.

And just like the conference last year, all were wearing their suit to their own satisfaction. Marco Czeslaw of Sanguine pack wears this white-colored sleeve opened with three buttons, topped with a black suit, and partnered with dark trousers. On his upper left corner, the chest part is embroidered with a symbol ♄. The emblem of the Sanguine pack. His silver-like hair was daringly brushed backward. And what’s keeping him different from the rest was his audacious gaze with those grey eyes he possesses.

The sleeves where long cuffed with furs, and her hands were clothed with a pair soft black gloves. The bodice of the dress is also painted black, accompanied with red ribbons and a little amount of black furs. Little red gems are pinned around the waist forming an aligned belt of little garnet flowers. And down below are back ruffles decorated with identical red ribbons, stocking down and perfectly overlaying the back and sides of the crimson red skirt that also have black furs pinned in its edge.

I blushed. I sprung my head up to look at him in shock. My jaw dropped. "I know you won't believe this now but just know that you are a damsel and I have been meaning to give you this..." He said dip his hand at his back pocket. He brought out a crimson colored cuff bracelet. He looks very sparkly and shiny. He asked me to give him my wrist I hesitated for a while

“It’s alright. Not my first wardrobe casualty.” “Sorry, sorry!” Pearl fussed, trying to blot it with a napkin, which only made it worse. Ava stood, chuckling. “Just stop, you’ll spread it.” Alex waved her off with a grin. “I’ve got it.” He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up his forearms. Ava froze as her eyes snagged on something. A faded scar on his left forearm, thin but unmistakable—a line of memory.