Black Halo Jackie O Dress Novels & Stories

“You’re going to dress hot. And I mean hot. The kind of dress that makes a man forget his own name. He deserves to sweat a little before dessert.” Heat crept up my neck. “You’re insane.” “Insane, but not wrong.” She leaned back, her grin turning downright naughty. “In fact… give him a taste of the Shades of Gray vibe. Quick, passionate, no strings. You deserve a break, Jackie. One reckless night. You’ve earned it.” Her words echoed inside me long after she left. That night, when I stood in front of the mirror slipping into a black silk dress that clung to every curve, I realized something terrifying and thrilling.

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

Bring Jacqueline and Alessia, Ethan mind linked me. “The boys want us to come to the office,” I said. Mom smoothed her skintight blue dress over her hips. I smiled. I had good genes if I looked like mom when I was older. Jacqueline fluffed her bright red dress that was tight until it wasn’t, ending in a rush of tulle at the bottom. She tottered to the door on crazy high heels. She looked sleek, sexy and oh, so French.

I smiled subtly, knowing he would have this reaction. I was clad with a seashell pink dress, with diamonds encrusted on it, from top to bottom, the bottom in particular, fading to a darker shade of pink than the top. It was a strapless gown, with an inbuilt corset that helped to accentuate my breasts and knowing Jake, he would appreciate that all too well. I had light pink gloves on too, reaching past my elbow. I was also adorned in some pearls and diamonds around my wrists, glittering at every movement I made. My hair was styled up, in an elegant bun, with wisps of it falling down my face. On my feet were some baby pink stilettos to match my outfit. It was safe to say that I looked amazing

Jack stood on the central floating platform, completely overwhelmed by the sheer, staggering magnitude of the adoration. He was dressed not in his torn, old-world clothes, but in a custom-tailored tunic of woven white hard-light silk that perfectly complemented his slender, delicate frame. His chameleon skin was flushed with a constant, ethereal pink luminescence. Everywhere he stepped, a trail of physical Pink Blossoms bloomed against the steel and dissolved into fragrant light. He was the absolute center of their universe, and the Pink High was intoxicating. "They're cheering for us, Marcus," Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face.

If the lady had beautiful collar bones, the dress would turn her into the attraction of the night. Blake mercilessly tossed the dress away and took another white qipao for her. “Wear this.” Jessica looked at the qipao that was made from brocade fabric with the chest area covered with a piece of translucent organza fabric. On top of it, snowy embroidery was sewn on it and the button was sewn in the shape of a red blossom. It was simple but not plain. In other words, it was actually elegant to look at. Jessica did not have any opinion about the dress, so she took it to her room and changed.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

Julia’s POV The late afternoon sun spilled golden light through my bedroom window. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the hem of the dress Jake had ordered for me from some chic online boutique he swore by. The dress was a deep emerald green, sleeveless, with a fitted bodice that flared into a soft, flowing skirt that hit just above my knees. The fabric shimmered faintly when I moved, catching the light in a way that made me feel like I was glowing. Jake had insisted it was “perfect for a party,” and for once, I didn’t argue. I paired it with strappy shoes and a gold necklace with a pendant.

Declan stopped and stared. His mouth may even have hung open as he looked at the woman walking towards him. She was Jessica Rabbit personified complete with a siren red wig covering her blonde tresses. The red sparkly dress hugged her figure, the strapless bodice leaving her tanned shoulders bare and the long slit showing a tempting amount of bare thigh. Purple gloves covered her arms and she wore sky-high red stilettos. Declan swallowed and pulled at his bow tie. When the invitation said to dress as a fictional character, Jessica Rabbit was not what he expected. His own James Bond tuxedo paled in comparison next to her.

“Hello, Jessica. Are you ready? I’m on my way.” He was picking up his girlfriend for the upcoming ESPN awards night. First, he stopped by her stylist’s shop. When he arrived, he was awestruck. She looked stunning in a red tube gown adorned with sparkling stones. The dress complemented her fair, smooth skin perfectly. Her long hair was swept up, highlighting her beautiful face, and her full, red lips perfectly matched the elegance of her gown. Her shoulders were exposed, accentuated by a delicate necklace dotted with tiny diamonds, completing a look that was simply breathtaking.