The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

"I may be more familiar with Ms. Layla than you think." As he spoke, he took a flat wooden box from the inner pocket of his suit. It was made of redwood, polished to a shine, and had a clasp in a pure gold wolf-head design. Soren opened the lid, revealing an arm cuff. The wolf-bone arm cuff of the Northwolf pack was pure white, and its surface was carved with runes in the ancient wolf tongue. Under the sunlight, it gave off a faint silvery luster. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I had seen that arm cuff once in my previous life.

“You don’t get to watch. You get to feel.” I reached into my jacket. The cuffs were in the inner pocket, it was leather, and lined, the ones I’d bought the week she turned nineteen and wore that powder-blue camisole. I caught her left wrist, pulled it above her head, clicked the cuff to the sofa frame. Then the right. She pulled, testing it, and the leather held. Good. “Rafe—” she breathed, using my name for the first time since this started.

I'm not ashamed of my scars, but I think it's better kept away from the people for now. "Why red?" I ask as we stand in front of the floor-length mirror in the closet, ready for the ritual. The long off-the-shoulder dress hugs my curves perfectly, with its lacy long sleeves and skillfully embroidered chest made to reveal just a little cleavage, my necklace dazzling in-between. The red color goes perfectly with my light skin tone and compliments my soft makeup.

Colors that fit his aesthetic. I pushed aside the black silk dress he had ripped. I pushed aside the navy sheath. I reached for the back of the closet, pulling out a dress I had bought online weeks ago and never worn because I thought Stellan would hate it. It was red. A deep, vibrant crimson. It was short, fitted, with long sleeves and a square neckline that showed off my collarbone but hid the bruises on my neck—and the collar, which I covered with a thick gold choker that matched the dress’s hardware.

“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. …

All she needs is some tender love from the motherfucking devil himself and she'll be alright. "I'm not mad at you, little one; it's okay. But, on a different note, I want you to wear red tonight... a little red dress and black knee-high boots; can you do that for me, Myla?" "Anything for you, Officer Deacon." "Meet me at the Radisson in LA, but meet me down on the beach in the back at the same time as last night... And, Myla?" "Yes, Deacon?" "You'd better not have any fucking panties covering that perfect little pussy of yours."

He always disturbs them at the most crucial time. He could only sigh at his fate. He decided to get away from there. So, he took out his clothes and walked to the bathroom. Xiao Hui brought a box in which lied a pair of cufflinks that Yun Xi had designed. Yun Xi took out the cufflinks and attached them to Xiao Hui’s sleeve by herself. “Does it look good?” she asked. Xiao Hui nodded earnestly. “It’s the best, Mommy.” Yun Xi then walked to the closet and brought more pairs of cufflinks designed in the same way, along with a bracelet. They were for Father Mo, Mother Mo, and Old Master Mo.

That filthy woman was not even worthy to carry her heels. The man beside her must believe that she was a hundred times better than that filthy woman. … Meanwhile, a crimson red sports car sprinted towards the event venue. Inside the car was Carl wearing a black shirt with his medium-short hair tucked neatly behind his ears. The button around his chest was left undone, exposing his fair chest. He also had a red jacket to go with the black shirt. There was even a freshly plucked rose pinned to his collar. His already charming facial features were set off by the fiery red and elegant black combination. It was as though he was a living elf.

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.