Novelas y relatos de Cornrows Women

I looked over to Cora, the she wolf that's been cheating on Beta Silver. The amount of disappointment I felt took me by surprise. I had no idea why I was disappointed at a woman I don't even know. Maybe it was because she reminded me of Mika. Cora stood taller than every girl in the room, especially me. Her long brown hair, which is the same color as her eyes, was suspended on top of her head in a messy bun. She was wearing a hot pink crop top and a white short skirt that barely covered her privates. She wore her clothes with pride.

Or perhaps, their gifts were too much for three to bear. The woman had redwood colored hair which were held back by special carved wooden pins, alongside jewels. Her eyes was a dazzling emerald, deeper than mine. She was dressed in green clothes. Her skirt looked rugged, despite being floor length. She was wearing a spaghetti strap crop top, leaving her smooth belly exposed, barely covered by tiny crystals which dangled from her top. The swell of her boobs were exposed, and there were waist beads made of rare corals around her tiny waist, highlighting her hourglass figure. She also had two dragon horns on her head.

I regretted my choice instantly when I spotted some of the women drawing closer to him and swaying their hips harder, perhaps to get his attention. “He doesn’t have eyes for them, and they’ve all come with their mates anyway.” A voice called from behind me. It was a middle-aged woman with raven black hair and black eyes. Unlike every other person here, she was fully clothed, and that made me feel better, because I felt a bit overdressed in the blue silk gown I had on. “I wasn’t…” I began, about to lie, before thinking better of it. “Who are you?” “Cordellia is my name; I’m one of the pack healers, and I decided to take a small break from work since many pack members are here.”

Next to Gloria stands a woman with a haughty smirk. She’s stunning, her beauty almost intimidating. Her dress is bold, a deep crimson that clings to her figure, making a statement of arrogance. Her dark hair cascades in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, lined with kohl, flicker with disdain. She exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and chin slightly raised, as if looking down on everyone around her. "Anyway, Rowena, please don’t mind this trash here. You look stunning as always," Gloria gushes, turning to the woman beside her. "I can’t believe how much you’ve accomplished since school. Everyone is talking about you!"

There were only three other tables occupied, all by elderly couples having quiet lunches. Ryan chose a table near the back, with a clear view of the entrance. He ordered a water and waited. At exactly one o'clock, the door opened. Cora walked in. Ryan's breath caught in his throat. She looked different from the crying, broken woman in the viral video. She had clearly made an effort to clean herself up. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. She wore jeans and a plain sweater. No makeup, or if she was wearing any, it was subtle. But there was no hiding the bruise on her cheek. It had faded slightly but was still visible. A reminder of what had been done to her.

**GWEN** By 4:15 pm, I was properly dressed in a burgundy knee-length body con gown to match with a peach slight stiletto heel. I sat in front of the mirror as Kora adorned my hair with silver pins in a simple chignon style. "Has there been any meeting these past three days, Kora?" I asked her, watching her move from the mirror. She shrugged, her eyes meeting mine steadily. "None, your higjness. For now, there won't be much meetings until after the games."

The soft material flows as I move, making me feel effortlessly graceful. I stand in front of the mirror, taking a moment for an outfit check. My dark brown hair is styled into a loose bun, with soft strands framing my face. My makeup is bold yet refined. A sharp winged liner adds a touch of drama to my eyes, while my lips are kept soft and neutral. A delicate pair of earrings adds just the right amount of sparkle. By the time I step back downstairs, Cora is already waiting, looking radiant in her emerald gown. She gasps when she sees me.

At least they came in me, not on me, so my outfit wasn't stained by the time we got there. They had sent over the outfit. It was a red leather corset with black laces up the back and a black zipper up the front for the impatient. There were lots of other black zippers set in the front, too. Around the bottom edge there were D-rings, smaller than the ones on the wrist restraints they used on me, but still easy to latch things onto. A black tulle skirt hooked onto the rings, mostly. There was a bit of a gap where the ends came together, and since I was forbidden to wear panties anymore, there was a lot flashing through the skirt gap. Black fishnet thigh highs and my favorite black stilettos co