Black Halo Jackie O Dress Novels & Stories

I had caught him a few times practicing to sound like him. "This should be interesting" Jack said and left. Titan wore a black tuxedo and stood up to welcome me as I walked into the dinner on White street. "You look ravishing Ms. Katia, thank you for coming" he said as I took my seat opposite him. I wore a black gold sequined bodycon dress that leaves a lot to be imagined. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Titan asked smiling,

I said proudly. Jack wore a retro burgundy coloured suit while I wore a princesslike peach coloured corset gown that was embellished with silver trimmings. The lower part of the gown was so wide and long. It had glistening stones strewn all over it and almost overlapped my shoes. The corset pushed my boobs up, revealing more than half of what the public was meant to see. I felt extremely self conscious as I realized my chest was extra voluptuous today. I shouldn't have let Jack pick out my clothes at La Paiga.

No freedom. She’d belong to him. Body. Mind. Soul. He didn’t believe in love. That was for the weak. But ownership? That was real. And Mirabella would soon learn the full weight of it. There was a knock and the door creaked open. Jackie stepped in, eyes lit with anticipation, cheeks already flushed as she swayed with a practiced curve of her spine. She always came dressed like she wanted to be unwrapped. Today was no exception. She was dressed in sheer black lace that barely covered her nipples, a high slit skirt with no panties, and heels that clicked on the hardwood like an invitation. She frequents the club these days.

Waiting directly in the center of the living room was a massive, black velvet garment box. Jake limped over to it, unfastening the silk ribbon. He pushed the lid back, revealing the contents. It was a dress. But it wasn't a sweet, innocent gown for a blushing fiancée. It was a lethal, jaw-dropping piece of high fashion. Deep crimson silk, slashed with daring cutouts, designed to make every single person in a room stop breathing. "What is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Jake turned to look at me, the shadows of the penthouse catching the sharp angles of his face. The vulnerable man from the elevator was gone, replaced once again by the apex predator.

“Isn’t it bright now?” Nolan turned to look at her. She was wearing a purplish red puffed sleeve maxi dress. It looked like something an aristocrat from the 19th century would wear. She had a silk bow tied around her collar. She wore a golden snake-shaped ring on her forefinger, and even her earrings were golden tassels. She had a black feathered hat with her beautiful makeup. She looked classy and cool. “You have a unique taste,” Quincy said under his breath.

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.

Elo was dressed in a yellow and white print gown made from Hollandis cloth material. It was wide from her waist down to her ankles, with puffy sleeves. A ‘gold’ necklace adorned her neck, but she didn’t bother to wear a necklace on this particular day. The white shoes she didn’t bother to wear a wristwatch on this particular visit. The white shoes she wore made her look chic. When she dropped her handkerchief on the, she backed me and requested that I undo her zip.

Cecil stammered a little and his expression was a little uneasy. Zora took the box, opened it, and saw a red dress. Instead of the tight-fitting red dress, she wore at the bar, this dress was of a length that just covered her knees. It had puffy sleeves and a curved hemline, and with white high heels inlaid with crystal bows, the outfit was more like a princess dress. "Thank you," Zora whispered. "You're welcome." Cecil's smiling face was reflected in the Ferrari's rearview mirror.

Otherwise, their punches would have crushed my heart. Sh*t! As he mumbled in his heart, Darryl lifted his head and was immediately stunned. He gasped. He saw Jackie about half a meter from him. He was not sure if she was smiling or otherwise as she stared at him. Darryl furrowed his brows; he became alert subconsciously. However, he kept his eyes on her. At that moment, Jackie was in a long black dress. Her sexy figure was undeniable to any man. Jackie was just too sexy, and no man could resist her body's mature aura.

I run off laughing. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Tonight, going to be hard for me. I hate going to places that have crowds, but I know tonight is important to Jackie, and I want to be there for her. I knock on her door and wait for her to answer it. The door opens. She is standing there in a tight black cocktail dress. “Omg, you look amazing. I feel underdressed.” I say as I walk through the door. “You look fine. That skirt and blouse look great on you. Plus, if I’m lucky, people will be too busy buying art to notice either one of us.”