Angel Dust In A Dress Novels & Stories

She ran a thumb over her eyes and wiped them. "Wow! This dress is amazing." Angie exclaimed as she brought out the dress to have a look at it. It was a red strapless dinner gown, designed with silvery flower-like beads that would make it glitter in the dark. It had a thigh-high slit in front of it. "I'm sure everyone would have their whole eyes on you tonight." There was a smile plastered on Anita's face. "Of course, you should know me to always go for the best." She bragged.

Ysabelle asked, eyeing the angel with arms akimbo. Aestaroath gulped hard and diverted his eyes away from her to the scenery outside of her room window; his heartbeat making a double leap. “I just find your dress...unsuitable, Ysabelle. That’s all, ” he said. Standing next to the bed was her wearing a light blue long dress with intricate beadwork, a veil draped along her shoulder and a wide green belt wrapped around her waist. She wasn’t covering her head with a cloth like she usually does, instead putting her lovely hair free and adorning it with white lilac flowers.

She woke up quite early the next day and just as she exited her room, she saw Chester walking towards her, followed by Ross. Surprise flashed by Chester's eyes upon seeing her. She looks super gorgeous. She was dressed in a red off-shoulder dress. The dress was very fitting as it wrapped tightly around her curves, and she look really glamorous. "You are beautiful," Chester whispered. "I don't like wearing this kind of dress though." Anastasia wrinkled her nose. She really didn't want to wear this dress but her wardrobe was filled with its kind, she could only make do for now. Anyway, she has earned some money from the casino so she will use the money to buy some casual clothes.

She got more into it than she should have, all things considered. Lily continued talking about vampire squids and the ROV footage she had watched already until they arrived and met up with the questionably happy couple. It was far too easy to ramble when the person she was talking to didn’t cut her off. Angel wore a simple sleeveless white dress that stopped above her knees and looked like a regular part of her wardrobe rather than a wedding dress. Her hair was curled but her glasses were on and she wore light makeup. Most likely so no one would recognize her as the rather scandalous Miss Americana winner who turned down the crown on live television.

When she was done she sat down on her room sofa checking out social media trends, shortly after she got a notification which came from the male Jamie saying that he is already park outside, she smiled and went downstairs to meet him. Adonis was on the living room couch chatting with his dad, the sight looked like a senior and junior brothers having their day, but when they heard the clinking on a hill descending down from the stairs they turned to look at an Angel descending in a light golden free dress that was straight cut and not tight, a white belt on her waist, hugging her and ascertaining her curves through how the shape of her body look like on how the dress curved.

"Take your time, angelo oscuro. I’m enjoying the view." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my smile as I sifted through my wardrobe, looking for something that would make Ashton’s jaw drop. I settled on a sleek, body-hugging black dress with a plunging neckline and slits that ran dangerously high up my thighs. It was bold, daring—just the way I liked it. Ashton whistled low when I stepped out. His gaze swept over me, and I could feel the heat in his stare. "You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?"

Ethan reacted "Don't worry Ethan, it is just breakfast," she said and Derby left to get Jacqueline. "Good morning everyone," she greeted with a smile "Good morning, please join us. Derby bring an extra plate," she called out to the servant and she nodded. Jacqueline was wearing a tan-green bodycon straight dress. It had a three-quarter sleeve with a pleat O neck and a pleat at the waist. In simple terms, she was breathtaking. Ethan stared at her for a while and concentrated on his food.

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

ANGELA’S POV The next day arrived in a rush of fashion, frayed nerves, and hopeful hearts. Rainey helped pick out the dress. Mine was a soft cream halter gown, clinging to my curves then loosening around the legs like water taking shape. Rainey’s dress was forest green, the color playing up her auburn curls until they looked almost like flames in the morning light. We wore matching floral bracelets. Hers was a daisy chain; mine had small white lavender and blue fern buds, a tiny sign of new beginnings for those in search of a mate.

It was getting dark but I wanted to get done with this today itself. She sat on the piano and started playing it randomly. The tune from that day played in my head making it dizzy but it didn't pay attention to it. Shaking my head I quickly took her pictures so that we could capture the setting's pictures. She changed into a red low neck dress. It was a chiffon or net dress I'm not sure but it looked so beautiful. It also had puffy sleeves. We walked in the balcony type entrance of the garden. She leaned on the concrete railing, her skin bathing in the shimming sunlight, her smile was small with the longing of Juliet for her Romeo. We walked out in the hilly garden. She lifted her head up to