Outfit inspiration is my daily mood ring! Today, I’m all about cozy maximalism: chunky knit sweaters with metallic leggings and neon sneakers. It started when I saw a TikToker pair hiking boots with a tulle skirt—genius. I raid Pinterest for color palettes (mint green + burnt orange = instant serotonin) and steal ideas from RPG character designs. 'Final Fantasy’s' Tifa Lockhart? Her belt game is legendary. Thrift-flipping is my therapy; last week, I turned an ugly floral curtain into a corset top. Fashion shouldn’t take itself too seriously—mismatched earrings and socks that 'argue' are my signature.
Confession: I dissect outfits in movies like a forensic stylist. 'Clueless’ cherry-print suit lives rent-free in my brain, but I adapt it for Zoom calls—blazers over graphic tees, faux pearls with sweatpants. My inspo comes from weird places: album covers ('Melodrama’s' glitter tears), even food packaging (a ramen noodle color-blocking phase happened). I keep a 'style jar'—scraps of fabric, magazine cutouts—for when creativity stalls. Once, I wore a bathrobe as a duster coat to a café; nobody noticed, and that’s the magic. Fashion’s just playing dress-up until you feel unstoppable.
Fashion inspiration hits me like a sudden burst of confetti—unpredictable and colorful! Lately, I’ve been obsessed with blending vintage thrift-store finds with modern streetwear. A cropped leather jacket over a patchwork midi skirt? Yes, please. I stumbled on this combo after binge-watching 'Emily in Paris' and raiding my grandma’s closet. The key is layering textures: lace under denim, silk scarves knotted around bag straps. It’s less about trends and more about storytelling—every piece whispers a memory. My friends call it 'organized chaos,' but I think it’s just joy made visible.
Sometimes, I sketch outfits in a notebook when I’m bored, mixing runway looks with anime aesthetics (think 'Nana’s' punk flair meets 'Sailor Moon' pastels). Instagram Reels are my guilty pleasure for quick inspo—#DarkAcademia or #Y2KRevival tags fuel my experiments. The best part? Accidentally inventing a new style while half-asleep at 3 AM, then wearing it to the grocery store like it’s haute couture.
Nothing sparks joy like an outfit that feels 'you.' My current fixation? Monochrome with one wildcard item—head-to-toe beige, then BAM! Hot pink combat boots. I screenshot OOTDs from K-dramas ('Itaewon Class’ leather aprons live in my dreams) and mash them with skate culture. Thrifted band tees get DIY crop jobs; safety pins hold more than fabric together—they’re attitude. Sometimes, the best looks come from wardrobe malfunctions (a ripped hem became fringe detailing). If it makes you grin in the mirror, it’s a win.
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Independence Is a Good Look On Her
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After six years together, Hansel Johnson comes to Miranda Sutton with an arm around his new lover and tells her he wants to break up.
Miranda doesn't kick up a fuss. She packs her things, takes the exorbitant sum of money he gives her as compensation, and moves out without hesitation.
Hansel's friends make bets on how long Miranda can stick it out this time—everyone in Jandersville knows that Miranda is madly in love with Hansel, after all. She loves him so much that she can cast aside her pride, dignity, and temper. They're sure she'll come begging for him to take her back in three days, at most.
But when three days come and go… Hansel's the first to lose his composure. It's his first time giving in to Miranda. He calls her and says, "Have you had enough of this nonsense? If you have, you'd better come back."
Unfortunately for him, he only hears a man chuckle on the other end of the line. "It's too late to change something once it's done, Mr. Johnson. There isn't anything in this world that can turn back time."
"I'm looking for Miranda. Pass the phone to her!" Hansel snaps.
"Sorry, but my girlfriend's too tired. She's just fallen asleep."
"I have never done this," I muttered, hypnotized by his eyes.
"Nobody knows everything." He answered and gave me his hand.
"You are so... so... So... beautiful." He was whispering his secret and I had his chiselled jaw wrapped in a small stubble beard in my hands. "You don't have to know anything. Follow me." He pulled me into his arms, he mumbled, I leaned over and kissed him.
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him to kiss my lips. I want to savour those lips. He obeyed.
He stormed into my life on a rainy day, one day just to shelter me. He was always uninvited into my life but once I tasted him, I realised I am more than I can be. He became My Taste I Like until I learnt his truth.
"Why are you blushing Mia?" I shiver at the sound of his voice, get a grip.
"No reason" I squeak, thinking about all the ways he could take me right now in this car.
"Why are you crossing your legs so tightly Mia?" his voice low making me squeeze my legs tighter, my lower region on fire.
"Ace" I whine, Im not sure why though.
"What is it Mia, tell me what you need"
***_***
She was big, curvy and bullied
She left running with her tail between her legs
Now she's back and out for revenge
He left home for his country
He was the sweetest
But war changed him
Now he's full of smirks, covered in tattoos
He was her childhood crush, she was like his little sister. They both are in a world of shock seeing how much the other has changed.
WARNING
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Mature language
Mature contents
My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds.
"I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview."
My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on.
I stopped drawing.
I must have heard him wrong.
"What did you say?"
"Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her."
"You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.
"Besides, the brand needs new blood."
I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar.
"Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?"
"Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview."
His expression turned cold. "I've already decided."
I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me.
Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.
Reina Clementine Romano the youngest Romano of the Sicilian mafia and course the most badass. A successful CEO of the Romano's hotel in the day; but at the night she hides under the name The Black Hunter. A professional crazy criminal with talents in every corner of the underground world. The best shooter, body hunter, assassin, fighter, and practically anything you can name.
Jax Phoenix Martinez the ruthless and bloody American Mafia boss. Feared by many cops and criminals. He loves seeing his enemies suffer so tortures him for days on end; nonstop. An absolute psycho! He simply doesn't give one damn towards anyone so say the wrong things to him and the rest of your life is not promised.
Both are feared and talented in what they do; both love seeing their enemies on their knees begging for mercy; both are beyond the word crazy. What happens when they cross paths? Will the demons rise while the angel falls or will they be intertwined by fate and fate alone?
Gigi Geffrey’s life was about to change and she had no idea about it. Everything was perfectly planned by her, she had the best grades she could ever dream of, an amazing group of friends, and the perfect body. She thought she has everything worked out until she returns to her hometown after three years only to find out she still has a lot of things to figure out.With a terrible past behind her and a big mistake she made before leaving, Gigi only wants to make things up with the only person she truly cared about but she receives a cold slap in the face when she finds out this person was not willing to forgive her easily.Will she be able to make things up with the person she loved the most on Earth? Would she be able to finally explain why she left Illinois in the first place?Content tags: +16, explicit language, LGBTQ+Dress is created by Candela Schneer, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.
Lately, I've been obsessed with recreating that effortless '90s supermodel vibe—think Cindy Crawford in her iconic Pepsi ad. My go-to is a cropped white tank top paired with high-waisted vintage Levi’s (the more frayed the hem, the better). I throw on oversized sunglasses and a red lip to nail the look. The key is making it seem thrown together, even though I spent way too long distressing those jeans.
For cooler days, I layer a leather blazer over the tank and swap the lipstick for a deeper berry shade. It’s crazy how a few staple pieces can channel such nostalgia. Sometimes I catch my reflection and pretend I’m walking a Milan runway—until I trip over my own feet, obviously.