Angel Dust Addict Outfits Novels & Stories

The makeup on my face was light, and very subtle just like the white of my skimpy outfit. The leather bra that pushed up my abundant cleavage was pure, glistening white. My belly was flat and exposed down to the leather type of 'thong' that strapped over my hips and covered my pussy. But my ass cheeks were exposed and naked, only covered my the soft and transparent fur coat hanging on my shoulders down to the back of my thighs. My heels were actually knee-high leather stripper boots. And I had diamonds around my neck and finger. I looked like an archangel of sex. My party animal and personal hype man, Ashley, made sure to take a lot of pictures, so I could send them to Neil later on.

Kye landing up in hospital was all my fault, I did that to him. I understand why he is angry with me and if roles were reversed I'd feel the same way, but what I don't understand is how Cordelia knew about this. I wiped the tears off of my face and put my makeup on, I decided to do a dark smokey eye and pair it with a blood-red colour lipstick. I start to curl my hair into semi-tight curls and pin half of my hair back. I take out a black, heart bust line dress that is mid-leg length. It has lace poofy long sleeves and has an open back.

I did not want to explain why my nerves currently felt like they were trying to physically crawl their way out from underneath my skin. "I'm okay." Marisol watched me for another long second before finally letting the subject drop entirely. "Fine." I turned toward the clothes laid out neatly beside me on the counter. Silver lingerie, delicate and familiar under my fingers. Silver waist chains, cool to the touch. A black dress that would cover everything completely until the exact moment I needed to remove it in front of a room full of strangers. I stared hard at the outfit laid out in front of me. Angel. Not Violet, not tonight, not for even one single second inside that room.

When their relatives back in Lagos had tossed her from home to home until she was discarded to her uncle – one might say she was better of on the streets, but turning into an assault victim, going through rape, and getting battered didn’t sound much better than the streets. Walking down the aisle, Aramide caught sight of Angel, sitting beside Aracely who was in between him and Adrian. Angel was dressed in the green suit Aramide had gifted him a week ago, she had bought it before she realized that green wasn’t exactly his favorite, and Aracely had a kick out of rubbing the outfit in his face. Their relationship was beautiful. Aramide was almost sure that he wasn’t going to wear it, yet here h

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Sometime later, after bathing like a true goddess and then being dolled up by one, I stood in a private stone room which didn't consist of much except for many vines filled with beautiful exotic flowers that covered most of the walls. I wore a white dress that had a deep V-neck down to my belly button, with slits on both sides from my hips down to my feet, exposing my bare legs and side of my ass cheeks. The dress was incredibly long and lightweight, and only covered some of my breasts, ass and pussy. I wore nothing else asides from the dress, with my long burgundy hair curled down with some gold hair pins holding a few strands away from my face. I truly looked li

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

Angela’s POV I haven’t seen Lucifer for a week now and today is our first anniversary too. I don’t even know what would his reaction be if he finally sees my new hair. Princess Melody was the one who chose my dress. She chose a red halter sleeveless open back midi lace pencil dress paired with a black patent strappy sandals then my hair was permed a bit and also, I already have wispy bangs which I find kind of uncomfortable since I’m used of not having some hair on my face.

Angel was sporting cowboy attire with pink baby goggles. Well, Ace knew how to dress simply at the same time with class. He was wearing a Gray t.shirt and blue jeans. His hair was neatly gelled and combed to perfection with not a strand falling on the other side. Scarlet licked her lips and he gave her a knowing smirk, knowing quite well what was going inside her. "Wait for the moment the firecracker sleeps and I'm going to have you for my next meal." He whispered dangerously low in her ear sending tingles down her core.

replies Angel as she moves to look at the dress. Shrugging, I move to show her the dress. “Ya, well, I just knew what I wanted, and those other dresses were not what I wanted.” I tell her my eyes moving to the cutest pair of silver strappy heels. My outfit now complete. Grabbing the heels and a little black clutch do I move to check out as does Angel.