Angel Dust Addict Outfits Novels & Stories

"Please come to my suite, I need your help getting ready for the Mates Dinner. My Mom and Luna bought me a dress that makes me look like a slut and Carson is going to be disappointed or angry or both." "I'm on my way." Ang said. I didn't even want to open the garment bag. I hung it on the closet door. Ang flew into my suite. She had three garment bags slung over her arm and a duffle bag on her shoulder. "Let's see the slut dress." She said with a laugh. I walked into my bedroom and pointed at the garment bag. "That bad?" Ang asked. I nodded. She unzipped the bag and whistled. "Does it even show on you or do you look naked?"

'Have you or any of your Patrollers seen this woman? He showed Adam the photo he had taken on his phone. Angelique did not know he had taken it; she was standing in front of her full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her amazing hair had been brushed until it shone like a living flame, and her emerald green eyes glittered like jewels. She was wearing a short, form-fitting sheath dress that hugged her stunning body like a second skin and six-inch Jimmy Choo heels in a rich green colour that caught her eye and made them pop with colour. She looked beautiful, sexy and innocent at the same time, and Adam did not hide his appreciation of her beauty. 'Wow, sadly no, I haven't seen, and I w

My silver ponytail was held back by a matching purple headband, and my dragon-hide combat boots were a pristine, blinding white. “You’re really leaning into the ‘I don’t care’ aesthetic today, aren’t you?” Elara asked, gesturing to my headband while she aggressively buttered a piece of toast. “Most people are wearing dragon-hide and chainmail, and you look like you’re ready for a light jog through a meadow.”

Great to see after hours of staring at swatches, nearly making me cross-eyed. I am standing between Ajax and Aries as we welcome the pack, in a lemon floor-length fishtail dress with wide, ruched straps the bust has a deep dip nearly to my naval and beads adorn the top and scatter elegantly as they get to my waist, the light bounces off them as I walk. Ajax and Aries look as handsome as ever in navy-fitted suits with lemon shirts and navy ties and lemon pocket squares topped off with brown formal shoes. These hunks are what wet dreams are made of and they're all mine.

There are also bottles of Bacardi and Vodka, fresh lemons, and ice cubes in a stainless container. We’re all wearing the theme outfit. Aster wore a dark gray sleeveless satin set that was paired with plain pants. Indeed, I'm not the only one looking sexy here tonight. We all know that girls are fascinating and captivating! This doesn’t feel like an ordinary sleepover. Next to Aster is Kaelyn, who’s wearing a contrast lace lapel-neck satin blouse and trousers PJ set. Only one button is fastened, so her stomach is visible—and she’s quite the mover.

“Sip it slow, baby.” “You know,” Adam said, raising a brow behind his devil mask, “I’ve never seen you this dressed up.” I looked down at my outfit. The shimmering black skirt barely skimmed mid-thigh, and the lace crop top clung to every curve. The half-mask glittered like secrets across my cheekbones. “Yeah, well,” I said. “It’s not every night I let you idiots drag me to a club where the dress code is basically ‘stripper but make it couture.’”

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

Angelo looked like a confused puppy by the time he had gone inside the dressing room, as he hadn’t noticed the gorgeous tigress selecting any of the outfits that the models were wearing. Begrudgingly, Angelo changed his jeans and shirt into a golden collared white dress with a pleated skirt. He tried to pull the dress downward; since it was showing too much skin on his legs but was of no avail since the dress was so short. Angelo could only pray that no disaster would happen while he was wearing a mini; dress.

Azrael and Astria, my precious babies, are lying on the bed, looking adorable in their outfits. Azrael, my little gentleman, is dressed in a miniature suit that makes him look uncannily like his father, Hades. He exudes a sense of maturity, despite his tender age. His dark hair is perfectly messy, and his bright eyes sparkle with mischief. Astria, my tiny princess, is a vision in pink. Her dress accentuates her dark curls, making them pop against her porcelain skin. She looks like a ballerina, ready to twirl across the stage. Her eyes shine with excitement, and I can sense her eagerness to explore.

I liked it and decided to wear it to the party, even Angel liked it more than the second one. After deciding what to wear, we did our makeup, I kept mine simple, with black smoky eyes to match my dress and nude lipstick. I paired it with a white heel. Angel’s dress was blood red with lace on it, it was short with sweetheart off-shoulder, it looked quite on her. She paired it with golden heels. For makeup, she used red lipstick and pink/black smokey look. I had my hair down and curled them at the ends giving them a wavy look. Angel decided to do a half pony and left some hairs in front farming her face. We looked good and took some pictures to post on Instagram.