The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

Only now, I can see him for the snake he is. The other, is from Jeff, my date. Royal blue, with hard diamonds all around the neck and sleeves. The sleeves are transparent making the diamonds sit on my skin. I pull off my wedding ring and place it on the table. I pick the blue dress. I’m not in the business of giving Adrian what he wants. Not anymore. The neckline reveals less cleavage unlike the red. The red dress had my whole tits outside and I spot Adrian trying to play a dangerous game, but this time, I’m ahead of him.

Trying to hold up the pieces of us we can’t carry ourselves. But now, it’s time to say goodbye to Citra. Moonrise is an hour away, and Naomi’s helping me dress. Slade is with Jamal, getting him ready in Finn’s room. “I thought you could wear the purple dress,” Naomi says gently as I walk in wearing a robe. “It was Citra’s favorite.” She’s already dressed in lavender—the same dress she wore to Citra’s last birthday. That detail twists something sharp in my chest. I nod and go into the bathroom to change. I don’t trust my voice.

But I see something else entirely— a target, a life about to be snuffed out, the thought of it sends a rush down my spine. I glanced down at his attire, the black tuxedo perfectly tailored to fit him, the fabric smooth and luxurious against his skin. The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over.

Quickly, Selena opened the window side wide enough, flaked the silver color curtains to the sides, and waited for further instructions. “Come back in when I leave!” He said, and she hurried out immediately. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, but I kept quiet, staring at the long sleeve shirt he is wearing. It seemed this brand of sleeves, were made specially for his muscled chest. But it keeps struggling to stay intact against his chest no matter how many times I sees it.

Not tonight. She turned her gaze back to the shoes and picked them up, then stretched them toward Maria. “Give this to Nesta. Red’s not really my color,” she said. Maria blinked. “Oh, ma’am… I can’t take this. Sir got it for you. He’d be offended if he found out you gave it to my daughter.” “Please,” Selene said, gently placing the shoes in Maria’s hands. “Nesta’s prom is coming up, isn’t it? She could use these. I’ll handle her dress too. And about Cole… don’t worry. I’ll explain it to him.”

Kay took off his vest and rolled up her sleeves when there was a knock on the door. Thea. That girl banged on Kay's room. "Kaaay! Are you inside?” Kay flinched. He hasn't made up his mind yet. Thea banged his door, not giving him time to think. "Oh, whatever!" Kay opened the bedroom door and a figure fell onto him. "Good grief! Thea!” Kay looked at the motionless body in his embrace. "Sir! What is it?" He looked up. Sloan – The Wilkess's butler, of Scottish descent – ​​ran up to him.

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

“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. …

The sleeves, fashioned with a gentle flare, added a whimsical touch that resonated with both elegance and playfulness. I couldn't help but marvel at the thoughtful details woven into the fabric. A delicate lace trim adorned the hem, tracing intricate patterns that added a touch of femininity to the boldness of the red. The dress seamlessly transitioned from a fitted bodice to a flowing skirt, creating a silhouette that exuded grace and poise.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.