Angel Dust In A Dress Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mom complimented as she got into the room with Angel on her arms. My mom was dressed in a grey beaded cap sleeve dress with a tulle skirt while Angel was dressed in a red shoulderless dress with sequined designs. They looked amazing. "Thanks Mom. You too". She brought the baby close and I pecked her lips, making her giggle, flashing her dimples. She looked so cute that I always found it hard to believe she's mine. "I just came to check on you. Continue with your preparations". She placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving with the baby.

She had beautiful hazel eyes that stood out a thin upturened nose and thin lips adorned with nude lipstick. She wore a nice casual green dress with gold heels that made her 2-4 inches taller than me. Her look was completed with a light gold chain adorned around neck and beautiful teardrop earrings. "Hello," I greeted them with a smile. "Hello, sweety, you must be Angela," the woman said, smiling widely, "you've grown into a beautiful lady." "Yes, I am." Before she could say anything else, my mom came to the door and welcomed them in. I was about to close the door and follow my mom when I heard a voice.

"Like what you see?" Bell said, teasing. I chuckled. "Hell ya! You are dangerously beautiful. My little nieces and nephews are gonna be so freaking cute!! Just so we both have an understanding, they're spoiled." We both laughed. "What's so funny?" I heard Angel say from the steps. We watched her come down. Angel wore this pretty pink, v- neck baby doll dress. It fell to above the knee and was super flowy. She wore pink platformed high heeled shoes, and allowed her natural loose curly hair to fall down around her shoulders. She, too, wore light makeup and a faint pink gloss that looked beautiful against her sunkissed skin. She was a little darker than Bell, so the light pink suited her well.

My eyes lingered on the members around us we blended in the circle, hands on each other’s waists. Angel was quick to join us, and for the first time, I raked my eyes over her choice of clothing. She was indeed wearing white but not the one that I had picked. The omega was in a solid white cocktail dress with off shoulders paired with diamond jewellery—no wonder the others were talking about her. Ignoring her, I focused on using all those practice hours I spent on perfecting the routine steps. By the end of the song, I count feel my ankles throb with all the twirling and twisting in the same spot.

I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel, and Damon was sitting at the little table in our bedroom with all the food laid out. "Come, Angel, eat." There was so much food. I ate the mushroom risotto so fast. It was delicious, and I was starving. "I have a surprise for you after we finish." "What do I have to wear to this surprise? Yoga pants or more fancy?" "There is an outfit waiting for you in the second bedroom." I finished eating and went into the second bedroom. Hanging by the mirror was a royal Blue knee-length dress with cap sleeves and a V-neck-line. The chiffon material almost shimmered in the light. It was gorgeous.

He didn't seem upset when he left me. I carefully tied my hair in a cute, messy bun and slipped on the expensive dress he had chosen for me as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. If only my mother could see me right now, she'd be shocked at how pretty and poise I looked. The dress was a cute off-shoulder, ankle-length evening gown that shimmered each time I moved because although it was black it still had little glitters on it that made it scream and beg for attention. "Do you think Dante would like it? " I asked Athena as I continued staring at my image, but a voice from behind me scattered my thoughts.

I respond pulling out a gold dress and gently placing it on the couch. Amelia comes to my side and inspects the dress, "You have good taste. Unlike the other putes that he usually brings, different one each event and they act like they're 'all it'? You youngsters say?" *Wh*res* For the next ten minutes we walk arojdn in silence looking for something that would look good on me. Five dresses later I'm standing on the plinth looking at myself in the mirror, the dress I have on is silver. It hugs my curves perfectly, open back, deep V-line that ends at my belly button, it goes down mid-thigh and has thin spaghetti straps.

Xander was too focused on the woman in the turquoise dress and didn't care about her at all. Half an hour later, Angel was ready in an ankle-length black dress. The dress had thin spaghetti straps on the shoulders and silver sequin accents on the chest. She and Ellena bought the dress last week because she fell in love with the sequins which shone beautifully under the shop lights. Ellena said the dress was perfect for her, especially for attending a formal dinner. Her dress had a slit up to her calf, showing off her long, smooth legs.

All she did was gardening, struggling with soil and fertilizer, tending to the plants he loved—which now she could not even touch. Angel was different from the classy women Dave knew. Feeling hurt and humiliated, Angel took a deep breath. She saw her dresses in the closet. All dresses she bought based on function, neither by brand nor price and she does not have a party dress because she never goes to parties. There was one five-year-old party dress that she hardly ever wore; it was white with purple stone trimmings on the chest and waist, looking so simple. Can this dress be worn at a party that Dave says is classy?

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.