Dashie Without Hat Novels & Stories

The haze is gone, and I can’t remember the last time I was this happy to view a plain wall in all its insipidness. “Saskia!” “Crystal.” Called person bends over me, and I blink twice at the ridiculous headwear she has on. Approximately half of her face is covered by the large, lopsided black hat, which has a wide polka-dotted lace capping all of its surface. Her long-sleeved, off-shoulder dress is flavoured with an inky hue. It wraps tightly around her bust—exposing littler cleavage than she usually does—then flares off into a jagged, dramatic train, completing the phenomenal look.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Duchess spread her feet farther apart to keep her balance. Bonnie returned. The wind had kicked up again and the waves were starting to swell. She’d thrown on one of her sweatshirts and her deck shoes. She’d also tied her hair up and out of the way. “I’ve got everything as locked down as I can make it. What now?” “You’re going to take the chair.” He eased back a little on the speed and got up, then pulled her around him. “You’ve been watching me, right?”

:)Scarlet: that should be all. I placed the phone back onto the bedside table before walking into my walk-in closet to pick up an outfit. I decided to wear a plain dress shirt and a black high-waisted office skirt matching it with a black mirror full shoe. Personally, I like this combination because it defines my shape and makes my hourglass shape visible. This outfit never goes wrong. When I am in it, I don't give a shit about what my boss thinks of it and many at times, I catch him staring but there isn't any meaning to it. He isn't in the slightest bit attracted or interested in me. He just stares to find fault to criticize me. When everyone is praising how good I look, he finds a way to

Finally, the door closes, and I sigh with relief. It's a total bummer. What does my boss want from me? If Dimitri were here, he would assume that I'm seducing the boss when I have no idea how to lead a man on. Fucking nitwit, I curse out loud. ... I'm striding down the hallway wearing a fucking black body dress and a killer badass hat that has a creative short fringe, something that models on a fashion runway wear. Not just that, I'm wearing black long gloves since the dress is strapless and has a deep V-cut over my cleavage.

My stomach is already full of nerves and anxiety for what today will hold. We head down the stairs of the pack house, to see Hattie and Lachlan waiting in the main entrance area. Lachlan, like Tate is dressed in a black suit, and tie, but his shirt is also black. He looks slightly more comfortable in his suit than Tate though, so I can’t help but wonder if, as Alpha, he has to wear a suit a little more often. Hattie is wearing a black skirt and a black fitted jacket. With chunky black heels. Her hair as always is in the dark, loose and free curls as it so often has been since I met her, but I have to say I love her hair like that, it suits her. And the fact that I have seen Lachlan frequentl

I sighed and went to bathroom for fresh up. After fresh up I came out wearing a bird embroidered white-tie knot top and teamed it with a pair of blue denims. Perfectly tousled hair. Daksh told me not to wear revealing dresses. Moreover, I didn't want another Hickey on my body. Daksh looked at me from top to bottom and smiled at me appreciatively. I rolled my eyes. Then, Daksh got up and went too fresh up. After he came out we both went for lunch.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

Daisy’s POV I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I was wearing a short black gown Liam had picked out for me. The gown was open at the back, with silver chains forming several "U" shapes across the space. The sleeves were slightly wider at the wrists, adding a touch of elegance. It wasn’t just about showing skin. I loved the dress because Liam chose it for me. That alone made it special. Every time the cool air touched my back, I imagined it was his fingers brushing against my skin.

I'm utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, Ashar is looking casual and relaxed with a small smile playing on his lips. He is in sapphire blue, cotton shirt, slightly wrinkled and his black blazer hanging on his arm. His rolled up sleeves are indicating that he is standing here for quite some time. The sapphire blue color is making him look fairer and smarter. His dark hair are falling over his forehead, almost touching his brows. That fringe haircut is giving him a different, boyish look.