Angel Dust Addict Outfits Novels & Stories

Gale nodded in approval. Angel sighed, but she still followed the shop clerk inside the fitting room... After a few minutes, Angel came out from the fitting room again. Gale's jaw almost dropped halfway to the floor when she saw Angel with the second dress... "---This is an Audrey Heplburn inspired rutched dress with round neck and short sleeves. This is in Calret color, and it looks really good with her tanned complexion... Gale thinks that this dress is perfect and suitable for Angel because it's not too revealing, and she looks really comfortable in that dress.

A sheer long robe draped over it, with feathers trimming the bottom and dramatic sleeves. She had donned a deep emerald corset with fishnets and velvet emerald panties. Harland had also reluctantly agreed to join us, after I had begged him to support our cause. No one would be able to touch them. Not when I was around. They deserved happiness, just like the rest of us. The Goddess chose them for a reason. There was always a reason, even when they didn't want to see the bright side to it. "Dargan will be here in a few minutes to take us down," Teagan pointed out and put her matching earrings in. "Are you ready to face them yet?"

I frown, and he looks at Angel. His eyes are locked on me. I feel a chill down my spine as I keep my mouth shut and walk to the bathroom to put the outfit on. When I look at myself in the mirror, I scrunch my nose. I look like a hooker. I am wearing a short red dress, it rests just under my ass and has a cleavage that leaves nothing to the imagination because it goes all the way down to my belly button. I put on the black shoes and gran the clutch it comes with, and I do some retouches on my make-up.

Back at the house Angel walked through her closet trying to decide what to wear. She was going to go with what she would have worn to a club back in Cali. True she had some nice club dresses in her wardrobe now, but they weren’t conducive for dancing. She pulled on some cargo pants that were black and fit her body perfectly; they rode low on her hips. She then pulled on a shirt she had bought that had slits in the shoulders and was cut in various places strategically over her black tank top, she put on her shoes and pulled her hair up into a ponytail her curls prominently on display. While her outfit look could be considered not what the upper crust were looking for, they were all high-end b

"As long as you are sure," he told her even as he guided her to her feet and began to remove her clothes. Gone were the silks the fairies had made them wear and so Layon removed Angel's skater dress quickly and easily, even as he shimmied out of his own pants. The buckle of his belt clanged on the floor as his pants pooled around his feet. Angel worked quickly to pull his white t-shirt over his head and soon they found themselves naked, pressed

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

(Sky’s POV) Angela was lying on the couch across from where I was sitting. Since there was another entrance to Anya and Dylan’s office, she found it okay to enter their office not wearing proper clothes appropriately. She was wearing denim shorts and a pink V-neck cotton shirt, her head on the throw pillow, looking relaxed as she read the magazine.

"That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'" "It's a date, not a cage fight," Tasha replied, tugging her satin robe tighter. Debby flung her legs up dramatically and hurried toward the closet. She took out the outfit that she thought Tasha should wear. It could only be described as post-apocalyptic dominatrix couture. It was sleek black leather, had silver buckles, and sheer mesh in places Tasha didn't even know you could legally expose. "Imagine his face when you walk out dressed in this," Debby said, doing jazz hands.

If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it. It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze. "You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?"

Angel asked for the umpteenth time since I started recuperating. I sighed sadly, drying my eyes as I turned to her. I felt a pang of sadness seeing how elegant she looked in her perfect royal regalia; a yellow flowing body con gown and silver shoes. Her gold skin was glowing and it matched her long blonde hair which flowed down her back. Her face was primped with make-up and her lips shone brightly with lip gloss. This was me, just a few months ago, dressed in the most expensive regalia befitting of an Alpha's daughter. But look at me now, a complete nobody.