Dressed To Kill Meaning Novels & Stories

nakataas ang Isang kilay na sabi niya at nakangiti ako. “Dress to kill!” sabi naman ni Danica sabay pose. “Puro talaga kayo kalokohan. Alis na nga ako para makabalik din agad ako. Kayo na muna ang bahala rito,” sabi ko habang inaayos ko ang bag ko.

"So they don't even care whether he dies or not, as long as he won't step his feet in their ancestral home again." "How could he step in if he was already dead?" Zero smirked and then before having a sip on his drink. N They were wearing their usual clothes as if they were just a bunch of college students in some university while I, wearing the same thing, a suit, just to impress my woman in different ways. I am even wearing a red neck tie to match with her mask and I know that it was so cringe and lame to do such a thing but fuck, it was just because of her why I am even doing these shits.

Thanks but no thanks! "Hindi mo ako pwedeng isumbong kay mommy! She could kill you!" nanghihina akong napabalikwas ng bangon. Ang h*******k naman ay basta nalang binuksan ang closet ko at confident na naghalungkat ng mga damit ko. "You know she couldn't kill me," he uttered and hauled a dress from the cabinet saka naglakad at inilagay iyon sa tabi ko. "You have five minutes to dress up, Fia. Five minutes."

It was a place that had been absent from my life until now, a symbol of the family business that had been largely hidden from me. My attire was carefully chosen for this occasion, a black dress and high heels that exuded an air of sophistication. Every detail, from the cinched waist to the A-line skirt, had been meticulously considered. I wanted to make a statement, to convey that I was ready to step into this new chapter of my life.

"Paano kaya natin malalampasan ang 40 guards, 20 camera, at ang death squad na nakasuot ng tuxedo? Ipalalabas ko siguro ang long legs ko?" "Ew! Marami ka naman varicose!" "Aba nagsabi ang wala. Mas malala ka—" "Nakalimutan niyong dadalo tayo sa gala suot ito," putol ko sabay labas ng maskara. "Remember, we should dress like gods, dance like devils—and steal like ghost."

She was shocked with the words that came out from his mouth. "Are you saying that I dress up to impress, Luke?" Hindi makapaniwala niyang tanong. "Who knows?" Kibit balikat nitong sagot. She can't help but scoff. "That's the last thing that's on my mind," aniya bago inayos ang suot niyang mamahaling damit. "And besides, you don't wear rags to a funeral, Nate. Today is the day that Luke will sign to his grave. I want to look presentable while we are lowering the casket," makahulugan niyang dagdag.

She faces him while crossing her two arms. “ Yeah,! And I look like a prostitute because of this long cut.” Nag mumukha naman talaga siyang prostitute sa damit na sout. Luckly the color is not red but gold. Dylan come closer to her pina ikut pa siya para ting nan kung may kulang ba. “ Do I really need to wear this? I can’t move fast if I wearing a dress. How can I bring my gun?” “ Don’t worry, I need you as my partner tonight not as my assassin.” Pina harap pa siya ni Dylan sa malaking salamin ng kanyang kwarto. “Poor, Gomez

Malakas pa namang makaramdam ang isang iyon. Tumikhim naman si Zarayah at pasimpleng hinila pababa ang maiksing dress na suot. Pulang-pula iyon na pinaresan ng killer heels. Maiksi na nga ang tela tapos backless pa! Muntik na niyang kalbuhin kanina si Lexie dahil ito ang nagbigay ng damit na susuotin niya. Akala nga niya ay tatanggi si Carcel o magrereklamo pero nagulat siya nang pumayag ito na magsuot ng ganito ka-sexy na dress.