روايات وقصص ضمن Alice Dress Jet Black

Whichever way, she was grateful for the job. Allicia had a quick bath before returning to the room. She picked out a black formal suit outfit from her wardrobe and wore it. She combed her shoulder length blonde hair and clipped it behind her ears. She wore simple crystal earrings that were not too obvious and also dabbed on some pink gloss on her lips. She peered at her reflection in the mirror when she was done dressing and she nodded in satisfaction.

“Struggling only makes it tighter.” Alina blinked at the silhouette approaching—womanly, graceful, almost ethereal in the dim light. Long hair cascaded over her shoulders like spilled moonlight, and her eyes glowed silver with an unsettling calm. Livia Blackwood. Rhett’s sister. The name hit her like a slap. “You—” Alina choked. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Livia smiled, serene and sharp as a blade. “Most things you hear about me are only half true. Consider this an upgrade.”

And she looked so proud of everything she said. “You’re not seriously advising me to do that, right?” I breathed, still too stunned to talk properly. “I’m not saying you should, but if what is happening to you were to happen to me, that’s exactly what I would do.” Alice shrugged, brushing her black hair out of her face. She had dropped the cutesy pastel princess look in a week and reverted to her normal hot, femme fatale style and I was glad she did. The former didn’t really suit her and since the reason she tried it had flopped, she threw it in the trashcan.

Mark handed me a bottle of water and sat down next to me. "She's not getting out. Neither is her pretty boy." "Dylan? What about Dylan?" "The police found a drug in Alyssa's system. It's used for mind control. You can't get it on the market—it's like something out of a voodoo curse. Alyssa had been taking it long-term. It was like she was under a spell. Whenever she heard certain trigger words from the person controlling her, she'd lose it. Her emotions would spike, and she'd do things she couldn't control."

I could feel it like a blade twisting in my gut. Alice leaned against a nearby table, arms crossed over her chest, a wicked smile curling at the edges of her mouth. She looked relaxed—too relaxed for someone threatening to kill the only woman I’d ever loved. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder, and she wore a sleek black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. “I’m impressed, Mark,” she purred, tapping a manicured finger against her lips. “You found me faster than I thought you would.”

A crystal glass of scotch sat untouched beside her on the desk. She held the phone to her ear, her voice smooth, calm — the kind of calm that carried quiet menace. “Black Bird,” she said, “I need you to take care of something for me. Pamela Cabrera.” For a heartbeat, silence hummed on the other end. Then came the deep, gravelly reply of a man who had done far worse for her before. “How do you want it, Your Highness?” Alicia’s eyes glimmered, the faintest trace of satisfaction crossing her face. “Make it look like an accident.”

“Don’t mind her! Linda Davison? You are nothing but a decorated monkey…” “Monkey you say? She’s a dog! Reason why she can’t stick to one man but has to be jumping from bed to bed. A whole prostitute in making!” “Hehehehehe more like a bit*h..” Seeing the commotion and how they were handling her, Assistant Jake went to Alice Jet who was busily enjoying the free show and whispered into her ears. “Miss Jet, I think it’s time we leave this scene..” Alice Jet smiled big and with one last glance at the pleasant scene, she modeled her way out of the shop with her head held high.

The water in the swimming hole is cold, but nobody that’s swimming seems to mind as they splash about, clinging to the last shreds of that carefree summertime feeling. When I say most everybody from the complex is out here this afternoon, I mean it- all five of the alphas who run the squad are here, a bunch of the full-fledged squad members, and I’d venture to say all of the reserve squad recruits. Even some of the IT geeks came out- that bitchy girl Carly is here, strutting around in an ill-fitting black string bikini that makes her milky skin look even paler. If I didn’t know the girl was a shifter, I’d totally peg her as a vamp.

Mr Winston would ruin everything if I left him on his own. "I'm okay, sir," I whispered into microphone part of my ear piece. Two minutes later, Alice was strutting out her door in an elegant silver dress that stopped just under her perfectly rounded butt and showed off her long, lean legs and perfect complexion. Her neckline dipped into her chest, showing ample cleavage and when she turned, I saw that the expanse of her back and side boobs were exposed in that dress. Her make up, soft and sweet, as if to make up for her risque outfit.

Alessia was wearing a black button up shirt that had lace around the neck, which had the same print as the jacket which was patterned, with black slacks, and black dress shoes. The suit accentuated her body, making her look like a greek god. Her hair was dyed a silvery colour, it was parted and swept at the side. She wore smokey eye shadow, which made her look even more elegant and sophisticated. Damon in that moment felt like he was really and truly the luckiest man in the entire world, because the love of his life, the most beautiful woman on earth, was walking toward him and she was his. He didn't know that Alessia had the same thought as she was walking down the stairs, looking at the ma