Angel Dust Outfits Novels & Stories

At such rare times were I able to meet Elfina—said to be one of the most beautiful elf princesses in the continent, why did I meet her in a time where I’m unable to dress her as I like? I want to don her with the best outfit I could find in the Online Store—a blinding white illusion body con dress with emroidery of neon green roses on the back and one side, matched with some veils—but I don’t think it’s safe to let her wear a striking outfit when she’s with a dragon. It prevents people from saving her. “Thank you…” She said, before slowly putting it on.

Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could. The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream colour perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

"Oh my god, girl! You look hot!" Aurora grinned bashfully, swirling left and right. The mini black dress she'd bought fit her like second skin, it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin but it looked perfect nonetheless. It was sleeveless with flowers embroidered at the hem of the gown, silver rhinestones decorated the rest of the bodice creating a sparkling glow.

I know that's the truth, but we as humans love lying to ourselves. "Angie?" I call out once her laughter morphs into tears. "Where are you Angie? Speak to me." Her figure forms, and it feels like I release a breath I've been holding for years. All the other times I was here, Angie was covered in blood. Sometimes missing limbs, other times missing hair. She always looked like she came straight out of a horror movie. But now, she's wearing her favourite dress, it's a ladybug design. She loved it because Ander bought it for her on her birthday. She looks at me. No guilt, no contempt, no hatred. And the corners of her lips twitch and form a smile.

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel's powerful voice. "The fuck are you, bitch?!" Angel's impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I did not even notice her, all I see is my queen. She stands next to Ash, her long silver hair is even longer than earlier, she is wearing black leather pants, tucked into boots, but it is her shirt that catches my attention. It is mine. She is wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.

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

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.

Since neither side trusted the other despite it being a time of peace. Aurora was dressed like my own personal tormenting siren. Her perfect hourglass figure was encased in a red silk dress. From the bottom left hem to over her right shoulder, there were jeweled beads sewn in. Her blonde hair was half up with massive curls and held back by a diamond-encrusted tiara. For most, this would be an absolute gaudy nightmare of an outfit, but it was beautiful and elegant on her.

I respond, already looking forward to the party. An Aurora leaves and I change a stunning outfit that exudes elegance and sophistication. My dress is a chic knee-length sheath dress in a soft pastel shade, adorned with delicate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The fitted silhouette flatters my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places.