The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

" What the heck?! Let go! " I grabbed his arms trying to pull them off me but then I noticed that he was wearing the cuff I gave him. Strange.... when did he start wearing it on his right? I wondered as I look at the cuff that was stuck on my right wrist which was slightly above his. Now both our cuffs are black leather. The only difference is that mine is a cheetah with a gold filling and his, is a Dragon with a silver filling. I wonder how that mishap in the lab changed its material and colour?

Or perhaps it was just the excessive amounts of booze she had taken in. He unzipped his jacket and laid it over his legs before taking off his actual cufflinks and rolling up his shirtsleeves to display his muscular forearms, which were covered with seductive tattoos. Cassie saw her cheeks warming up as he sat there wearing a black tie, a dark blue vest, and a white shirt. She said, clearing her throat, which had suddenly grown thick. "So, what are you drinking, Irish?"

“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.

“I felt butterflies.” “Well, you'll be feeling more than butterflies when he sees you in this,” Taryn was now holding up a little red dress. It was knee-length, deep ruby red with a scallop neckline. “This is the one,” she said as she tossed it to Katherine. Kat held it up against her body and smiled at the way the colour red accentuated her features.

Today, he was dressed in slim-fit dark gray trousers, a matching vest that accented his swimmer’s build, and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons left open and the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms. As I got closer, I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed the cuffs and inside of the collar had a creepy Halloween theme with bats flying around on a foggy night. It was adorable, and while we’re close to Halloween, only a vampire would own something so cheesy. Okay, maybe not only a vampire. I bet André would love dress shirts that are also festive but in a way that’s not over the top loud to make Darren wear.

"Here, do my right hand." Maggie says, as she finishes fastening a cuff around her left hand and pulls her foot down to the floor. "I never could do it with my left hand." She laughs. These cuffs are thinner than the ankle cuffs, maybe an inch and a half wide, with the metal ring on a strap that extends towards her hand.

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.

He looked up. For a heartbeat, the room vanished. The memory of the gallery, the moonlight, and the incorrectly mounted astrolabe rushed back. Althea’s eyes narrowed, searching his face. She looked at the line of his jaw, the shape of his brow—and then, her eyes dropped to his wrists. The sleeves of his rough tunic were rolled up. His left wrist was bare. But on his right wrist, partially hidden by a leather guard he used for the forge, was a faint, circular bruise—the exact mark left by a tightly fastened cufflink.

Christine said to me while helping me rummage through the cabinet. I saw a white polo shirt with a knitted red rose on its upper right collar. “It’s not a date that you think it is. We’re just friends.” I hold the polo shirt higher for me to see its length. “What do you think about this?” I asked her.