Huntergirl Dress Novels & Stories

Temptation weaponized. Estela drifted toward her bed, fingers grazing silken sheets before lifting a piece of fabric from the mound. The dress in particular, a thin transparent fabric the color of rotten blood. The front was scandalously bare, nipples barely covered, while only the slope of her ass was covered. Gaetano would be waiting for her in the pleasure room. Waiting to sink his teeth into her as proof of their allegiance. Two bastards who deserved each other. She held the gown up against her body, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Now be a good pet and come help me zip this dress. I need to look sexy for your father.”

And somehow safer than actually speaking to each other. The night of the gala arrived with the inevitability of a storm you've been watching approach for days. Claire had sent over a gown—blood red silk that clung to every curve before flowing into a dramatic train. It was beautiful. Armor disguised as elegance. I dressed mechanically, each movement practiced and empty. Foundation to hide the shadows under my eyes. Mascara to make me look alive. Lipstick the exact shade of the dress, like I was painting on courage. The woman in the mirror looked flawless, untouchable. Nothing like the girl who'd cried herself to sleep three nights running over a man who wasn't even really hers.

Sadie said. “Then choose whichever you want,” Hunter said. "It's not as easy as you talk, then choose for me, I like them all, so whatever you choose I will like it," Sadie said. Hunter looked at all the dresses that Sadie had previously worn, but there was one that caught his attention, a simple white dress with a long tail and an open back, he could imagine Sadie wearing it and it was perfect. “This one,” Hunter said. "Why? Isn't this too open for marriage?” Sadie said.

Dallas had instructed them to show up totally in character – he’d mentioned nosy, curious neighbors – and so she’d emerged from the bathroom dressed in the nicest things to ever touch her body. Hunter had gazed at her in the silk wrap dress that was snug in all the right places, the buttery leather strappy high heels, the stunning real, actual gold necklace around her elegant neck. She’d put on more makeup than she usually wore, and her eyes and lips stood out in her gorgeous face. He’d stood to greet his ‘wife’ and at seeing her shoulder exposed by the scoop-neck of the dress, he’d been unable to stop himself from dropping a tiny kiss on the gentle curve. She’d shivered as his hot lips met

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

I had changed my clothes like five different times not knowing what to wear, I was only good at dressing up for formal events because that had always been my life. My mind drifted to Cynthia who would have loaned me a dress, made up my face and hair, and have me ready to eat for Hunter. But since that was not possible, I was left to my own devices. Diana was out of town too. After much changing and deliberation, I ended up wearing a tight, blue, cotton, turtleneck dress, that I owned with a black leather jacket and a pair of low heeled red sandals. Because I was girl-less, I decided to let my hair down. Make up was a light coating of mascara and powder. Satisfied with my appearance, I left m

I start laughing at her this time and she just sticks her tongue out at me and yanks my arm out of my room and down to their room where Heather is still getting ready. "Almost finished, There, I'm done. Let's go!" Of course, Heather is running late, she has to make sure her make up is perfect anytime she leaves the pack house, just in case she finds her mate. We get to the mall and the first store we go into I find a gorgeous knee length black cocktail dress that is off the shoulder, has a deep V neckline, and ruffled slit that shows the inside of my thighs. Perfect for tonight.

Joe said, looking towards the dance floor. It was the dancing girl. Hunter could see her face now, she was facing them. She was wearing a black silk boob-tube dress with black high heels matching her dress. Her lips had red lipstick and her hair was in long blonde curls falling on her bare back. She was beautiful. There was a man in a black tux dancing around her trying to get her attention. He kept trying to take her hand and trying to copy her silly moves but she continued to ignore him.

A gown. Hila had gone gown shopping. She had chosen a champagne-coloured A-Line prom dress, a corset dress which, the salesgirl had assured her, was formal evening party wear. It even had a court train and was sleeveless with a spaghetti strap, boasting a tulle with a slit. But Hila had managed to slip in her trusty gun in her underwear. A girl was not safe without a weapon, she had reasoned. Now she stood, wearing her hair longer than usual, reading the bemused expression on the face of Piers Delano as he gazed at her.

“Tell Alexander not to wait for me. I’ll be down shortly.” Hunter nodded and left me, and I finished getting ready. Once I’d put on the last touch of lip gloss, I took a step back to admire myself in the mirror. The dress I had chosen was a simple but pretty navy blue number with a fitted bodice and a slightly flared skirt. Paired with low pumps and with my hair pulled back into a sleek, elegant bun, I think I looked the part of a Luna again. As an afterthought, I added a pair of black elbow-length gloves to hide the growing bruise where Anthony had drawn my blood earlier.