Huntergirl Dress Novels & Stories

" I said defensively and in one way offensively. My fashion is all about simple jeans and T-shirts, a couple of tracksuits and even a small miniskirt which stands in my wardrobe since dinosaurs walked the Earth. But on occasions, I can too be a lady! "Here, take this." Hannah gave me a small red dress, without shoulder strap, the most elegant and classy dress I've ever seen. "And this." She said giving me a pair of sexy black high heels. I was surprised. "What in the hell?" I said confused. First, I didn't saw me in a dress since my 16th birthday, and second, how Hannah have THIS in her closet? "I can be elegant too!" She said defensively and rolled her eyes. I smiled, nodding.

, I said. We all went to different places and got what we wanted and then found a table we could all sit at together. We ate quickly and headed to find our dresses. Ophelia steered us towards this cute little dress shop. "We will definitely find our dresses here, it's Siren owned", she said with a smile. When we walked in, a beautiful blonde came out from the back and when she saw Ophelia, she let out a squeal. "Oh my god Ophelia, how are you? It's been forever since I've seen you." "Hey Thalia, we need some dresses for the Hunter's Ball." "Ok what colors were you guys thinking?" "I'd like something in red, fitted at the top and flowy at the bottom", I said. "I think I have just the thing."

Myra dropped the hair curler on the bathroom sink, and stepped back, her short hair now in loose waves. As she shrugged into the champagne gold mini dress, she heard the front door ring. A small smile raised the corner of her lips. Atlas was here. She picked out a small lady pistol and fitted it in the thigh holster strapped tightly around her upper thigh, then smoothened her dress down as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was made of a light and filmy material that sparkled at every angle she turned. Although somewhat loose, the cinched waist caused the fabric to lay easily on her skin, outlining her curves.

Only she knows the answer to that, and we were not to question her decision on it and to just go with it as it will be worth it in the end. I need to hurry and get my dress on if they are leaving soon, and the drive will only be a few minutes too. I get my dress out of the dress bag, and I admire it quickly on the hanger before I get into it. Removing the dress from the hanger I unclasp the back and step into it. My dress is a full-length ball gown with a blue silk taffeta skirt, with a high waist ruffled belt, a full beaded bodice, and spaghetti straps. The back of my dress is another story. It has a train just like Jen and Selena. But it has this big ass motherfucking bow that is linked to

Harrison prepares our clothes for the party. He walks closer to me and gives me a smile. Then, he bestows the dress that he purchased last night online. I snatch the dress to his hands and take a glance at it. My lips curve into a smile when he knows my style. The dress is lacy cream vintage and along with the cream stiletto. "You really know my style, Harrison Bryne. Are you a spy?" I ask with my teasing voice.

When I went for the senator’s birthday party, the last person I expected to see there was Hazel. She was in a form-fitting, sleeveless mini-dress. It is a striking shade of deep red with spaghetti straps. That damn dress showcased her cleavage in ways I didn’t like. One wrong tug and her breasts would spill out. The dress hugged her body closely, accentuating her gorgeous figure. It appeared to be made of a smooth, slightly stretchy fabric buit no matter how hard she tugged, it didn’t increase in length.

“And a very large room full of heavily armed people who are terrified of your husband. You’ve handled worse.” A weak laugh escaped her lips. “I know. It’s just… the permanence of it.” She turned to face me fully, taking in my appearance. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you agreed to wear the dress.” I smoothed a hand down the skirt of the midnight-blue silk gown I was wearing. It was backless, floor-length, and tailored perfectly to conceal the custom thigh holster strapped to my right leg. “It’s part of the camouflage,” I replied dryly. “Harder to spot the head of security if she looks like a plus-one. Are you ready?”

I twirl in front of the mirror, admiring the way my dark green dress clings to my body. It’s elegant, timeless, and fits me like a dream. Jace picked it. Of course, he did. Behind me, Hannah grins in her own soft silver dress. It’s similar to mine in cut, except mine dips low at the back, while hers teases just enough cleavage to turn heads. Ryker bought it for her with his first paycheck, and she’s been saving it for this moment.

Is she dreaming? "You're killing me with your allure, girl!" Hera said as she pinched her butt. It was dressed in a long black halter gown. She looked mysterious, and her gown was unsuitable for her enthusiastic personality. "Our dresses are so classy, girls! We looked like we were going to Miss Universe," Trixie says, giggling. She was dressed in a naked off-the-shoulder gown and posed in front of a full-length mirror like a model.

I have too much on my mind. I settle for a spaghetti-strapped red dress that stops a few inches below my thighs and the black heels they got me for the funeral. I hadn't packed the dress intentionally—Dylan had somehow found a way of sneaking it into my bag despite my continuous protests. Who'd have thought the dress would come in handy? It's backless, cinched around my waist like an invisible corset, emphasizing every inch of my curves. Looking in the mirror makes me want to fish through my bag and pull out a hoodie and jeans, but I have to hold back. This is definitely proper attire for a club. Wearing a hoodie would just make me stand out more.