The Sword And The Dress Novels & Stories

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

“Find a good sheath for me, preferably one with fur.” The sword seller glanced at her, and the dull , short unattractive sword in her hands. He had that sword for years, no one had ever paid the slightest bit of attention to it. Not even the skilled swordsmen. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking she is a woman anyway, she probably took it for decorative purpose which confirmed his guess after she asked for a sheath with fur. “Here you go, 50 USD” He handed her the sword with its hilt wrapped in red fur and the sword sheath was made of leather covered with red and black rhinestones.

The revelation left both Elena and Scarlett astounded. As they examined the dress, they couldn't help but research its background and quickly realized it was a priceless treasure, coveted by billionaires. Despite her initial hesitation, Elena decided to don the dress, treating it with the utmost respect and reverence for its storied past. Meanwhile, Scarlett couldn't help but chuckle at her best friend's meticulous care while getting dressed, a testament to the gravity of wearing such a rare and valuable piece of fashion history.

he asked. I would have liked to argue some more, but I was very curious to meet these people. I picked out a purple, long-sleeved dress that stopped a little above my knee; it was just perfect. I slip on a pair of combat boots. Next, I freed my hair, strapped my dagger safely to my thigh and I was done. “They are here,” Alexander said to me. He stretched out his hands for mine. “I wore a dress; that’s as far as I go in trying to cooperate,” I said, refusing to take his hand.

Without thinking much she raised her sword in order to hit the person but a sharp squeal had her flinching as she abruptly threw her sword away and stared at her mother naively. "What are you doing? Playing with your sword in your sleep as well?" Scarlet asked sternly and Sasha looked everywhere but her. "Stop fooling and get ready for the festival." She said and soon a few maids walked in with a few dresses and royal accessories. "Choose any dress from it," Scarlet said as Sasha quietly looked through the dresses and grabbed a vintage maroon color dress. It had a normal flow, comfortable to walk around, and elegant enough to be confident in. From accessories, she only chose a diamond neckla

Although she was dressed in a conservative set of pajamas, it could not hide that sexy body of hers. Her damped long hair resting on her shoulders and rosy cheeks after the hot bath made her look really attractive. Darryl could not stop staring at her as he finally understood the meaning of the word ‘alluring’. Megan felt the heat from Darryl’s stare as she looked at him and asked, “You’re still not asleep?” Darryl smiled. “I’m waiting for you to appraise my sword.” He took out the Blood Drinking Sword as he spoke. Under the hall’s dim lights, the Blood Drinking Sword was shining with an unusual bloodied-colored glow. There was a dragon image carved on the sword’s body which made it look rea

, Hester asked in surprise, " that dress would fetch you lots of money" " It's not about the money, it's about the value, and the person I'm giving is more worthy of thousands of it", " Wow, that's something", Mory stepped away, " So, this dress remains the final outfit?" Hester asked, looking at the dress on the mannequin. The gown is a masterpiece of elegance and regality, crafted from the finest silk and velvet. The bodice is intricately adorned with hand-sewn crystals and delicate embroidery, forming a shimmering cascade of patterns that catch the light from every angle.

The room was empty and there was no indication of him being in the shower. There was a bag on the bed with a sticky note on it. The note said, 'For you for tonight'. I opened the bag and pulled out a long black dress. The dress was plain and when I examined it closely it had the crest on it. The golden C with the sword going through it. There were also shoes in the bag and underwear. I burst out laughing at the sight of the underwear and hoped it wasn't Creed that picked out the sets. I took the clothes with me and went to shower.

Every curl, every layer of powder feels like armor I never asked for. “Your skin tone is beautiful,” one of them murmurs. “This color will bring it out.” I hum a sound that could pass for agreement. But as they work, my thoughts drift to him. To Vex. He picked the dress — that much I know. Silver embroidery that catches the light like shattered glass. Elegant, but bold. Beautiful in the way a weapon is beautiful. I don’t know if he chose it because he thought I’d like it, or because he wanted everyone else to see what belongs to him.

“You wish me to have dresses like the ones your brother’s wife wears?” “Nay!’ He shrugged and glanced up at her, “I mean, if ye wish a dress Mairead’s style would flatter ye. Perhaps for a party or something it would be nice.” He continued to fondle her while he talked. “You could nay walk the bush in skirts like Mairead’s though, so do nay get many of them. What I meant was her dressmaker can make anything with any fabric. Dresses from silk, leather trews, some strange things Fann described that he had seen on the continent and she made them just as he remembered. I thought that maybe if you ask she can make something that will let you comfortably swing your sword, without being as constric