Huntergirl Dress Novels & Stories

Then why was he refusing this? So, I decided to take the initiative. I reached for the collar of my coat and let it fall off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet with a light susurration of a sound that felt more sensual than I had anticipated. The red dress underneath was short and off the shoulder and I had spent twenty minutes making sure every detail was right. I watched Hunter's eyes drop before he caught himself and looked away again, his throat working. I could tell he was holding himself back by the tenseness of his jaw.

"I'll go change." Hunter caught my wrist as I passed him. "Wear something conservative. Nothing too tight." I raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to control my wardrobe now?" His lips quirked. "No. Just playing the game. The media will be there. Don't give them anything to work with." He had a point. I nodded and headed upstairs, digging through my closet until I found a simple navy blue dress with a high neckline and a modest hemline. The cut was loose enough that it wouldn't cling, but still looked professional.

He knew one thing though, he didn’t want her as an enemy. At one pm Hunter walked into the magistrate’s office, holding on to Dominic’s arm and smiled as Lev stared at her. Gage and Anya stood to one side and Dominic was surprised to see them hold hands. She didn’t look afraid and Dominic counted that as a blessing. Hunter had picked a vintage sheath silhouette floor length dress with short sleeves and a high neckline. The waist was natural and the bodice had lace embroidery and beading over the silk material. The champagne color brought out the caramel tones in her hair and she looked beautiful.

“ Yeah, but you are human and my mate. I have to please my beautiful mate.” I mindlink Mary to get the clothes i bought for her. “ What will I wear? I didn't prepare for these.” she became anxious. I calm her down “ have taken care of that, just look beautiful. I will be waiting for you downstairs.” I said and went out After some minutes, I saw a beautiful damsel walking down the stairs. I went to meet her, hold her hands and we walked to the dinner I prepared in one of the most expensive restaurants. She was so happy

I wasn’t giving up on Hunter. Determined, I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed to look even more stunning today, to remind him that I was the better choice, the only choice. I chose a black bodycon dress, short enough to show off my toned legs and tight enough to hug every curve. The neckline was low, dipping dangerously, and the fabric shimmered faintly under the light. I paired it with strappy heels that made my legs look endless and a bold gold necklace that rested perfectly on my chest.

Hannah waved her hand and watched Kendall's secretary drive away, then she turned around and entered the villa with a bag in her hand. Hannah walked to the dining table with a bag in her hand and sat down. She leisurely finished drinking the porridge before going upstairs to change her dress. Kendall chose a black straight dress with scattered diamonds on the hem. When the lights shone down, it sparkled and shimmered, exuding a subtle yet luxurious charm. The dress was quite fitted, but the neckline and shoulder area were a bit loose. Hannah directly changed her clothes and drove to a custom shop, where she had them altered to fit her measurements.

"No way. You're not a kid, Blue. You're a woman. And if that wasn't the case before, it is right now. Leave it to me." Hannah then processed to throw her clothes out of the closet and started telling me to dress up in them one after the other. Lastly, I was dressed in a short skirt and a white off-shoulder blouse that was low cut and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt my cheeks burn. I pulled my hair to cover my breasts because Hunter used to say I shouldn't be showing them off in the public. "What are you doing?" Hannah said exasperatedly. "Hunter said I shouldn't wear something like this outside in public."

They'd come rushing if she burns her toast, or if her favorite shirt got a stain on it, or if the dog dies in that God awful TV series she sees sometimes on the small set that sits in the living room. "Don't cry on me now, you'll ruin it." That was true, they both knew it, so she kept it in check instead and pulled on a smile. Happy thoughts, right? The dress she got was a gorgeous, ankle length, black gown, flowing beautifully with the long slit by the side and had beautiful stones decorating the bodice. It had no sleeves, just a beautiful strap that goes around your neck, attached to the part of the stone studded bodice that hugged perfectly around her now fuller breasts down to just above

He instructed before storming off. I sighed and dragged myself to the bathroom. I felt sad that he couldn't wait for me to get dressed. After showering I got busy with getting dressed, my dress had already picked out Tyler, according to him how we are dressed is enough to boost up the pack's reputation. It was a sequined black dress that trailed to the ground with a high slit by the side. It had a gathered front that was held by a small strap, leaving my back open.

There was a hint of humiliation on her face. Hannah didn't particularly dress up to meet with Dennis and Kesha, since they were already quite close with each other. She was sporting a plain purple dress, revealing both her arms. Her smooth and flawless skin shone under the light. The drawstring on the dress accentuated her waistline, her hair falling naturally behind her. Though she was simply dressed, she looked elegant nevertheless. Her charisma couldn't be concealed by her plain clothes. Instinctively, Catherine clenched the fabric above her belly.