Angel Dust In A Dress Novels & Stories

Elisa D´Angelo Today is the grand day... Asteria decided to come back home, so that meant all three of us would be there. It comforted me because I wouldn’t have to do this alone. Mom was elated to know that Zane wanted our Goddess´s blessings. As she said, it spoke highly of him. Angie jumped up and down with the idea of being finally blessed to mate with Roger. She would wear a bright red dress because she wanted to be the center of attention. I decided to wear the green gown. I wanted some attention, but I didn´t want to stand out.

I stood in the guest wing, dressed for war. Not in armor, but in a simple, expensive cream-colored dress that looked soft but felt strong. The diamond wall on my finger was blinding. I adjusted the fabric, looking at my reflection. I didn't look like a nanny anymore. I looked like a celebrity, a fiancée, a CEO. Angel came in, holding a small, silver purse. She was wearing a matching cream coat. She looked like a perfect, tiny princess.

Just then she came down the stairs and I was almost tempted to take her right back up again. She looked fucking amazing. Her dress was a red floor length number that clung to her and showed just a hint of cleavage but not enough to make me lose my shit. But it was her ass that was a showstopper, fuck, where'd she get that ass? I snagged her around the waist as soon as she reached the last step. "You look hot as fuck Angel." I whispered in her ear and nipped it making her shiver in my arms. "Thanks honey you look great too, I cant' believe you actually got dressed up."

They made their way to the guests and interacted with the guests one after the other—happiness in the air. It was as if the family weren't the one that was kicked out of the Meyer company a few days ago, causing all traces of awkwardness the guest had to be extinguished. Suddenly the hall went silent, and the attention of the guests was grabbed by Aster, who was standing at the top of the stairs. Aster was dressed in a flowy, sleeveless, lacy white dress that highlighted her smooth skin and accentuated her figure. The dress bodice is intricately embroidered with floral lace that extends to the shoulder.

“You know there were days I felt getting Jeffery's attention was by blowing up the black card, and I went crazy shopping in Estella's department store. This is where I found this dress.” “This is a masterpiece!” I exclaimed, standing up to inspect the dress. It was off-shouldered with long sleeves and had small shiny diamonds all over it, with a slit on one side that reached midthigh. I turned to Anita,”Thank you.” She waved it off. ”It is nothing,really. Now let's get you ready!” She smirked,waving a makeup brush at me. *

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

She couldn't remember the last time she ate something so such embarrassing moments were bound to happen. After he finished drying her hair,he gestured for the dress lying on the bed. It was a plain blue dress, sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline. Soon the two were dressed up and just then,the door to the house rang and David walked to usher them in. A three layer cart was pushed in and Sheila wondered if they were feeding a family or what?

Possibly the country. She giggles — full-on giggles — at my sudden, humiliating inability to function like a grown man. Dammit. What is this girl doing to me? “My body,” I manage, attempting cocky and landing somewhere near desperate, “is entirely at your disposal whenever you need it.” She’s wearing THAT dress. The ripped one. The diner dress. The breakup-with-Ren dress. The dress that should be illegal within a five-mile radius of me. “Angel,” I murmur, dragging my gaze over her slowly, deliberately, “you look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous today.”

"I don’t want you fainting on me. Bon Bon, so please, pull it together, will ya? Stop staring." That moony-eyed look of hers was going to be the death of him. A man could take only so much. And she was looking especially fetching this morning in some kind of light, spring dress. It was just as concealing as the one she'd worn last night, but there was no tie at her throat, only a pearl brooch that looked as if it cost a small fortune. This dress nipped in at the waist, and showed how tiny she was. He could easily span her waist with his hands. His palms tingled at the thought.

“Xeros, it’s—” The room was empty. Sunlight sliced across rumpled sheets, but the bed was cold. On the pillow, a single white rose was on a piece of paper. I walked towards the bed slowly before picking it up, reading the words scrawled hastily on it, "I've got to leave, Angel. Council business. Be back by dinner. Wear the dress, please. Try not to miss me too much —X." Beside it, folded like an offering, was a silk dress. I lifted it, and the fabric sighed—off-shoulder, plunging neckline, a slit high enough to scandalize a nun. My blush could’ve powered the pack house.