Novel & Cerita Huntergirl Dress

Adrik had sent me a dress through one of the maids with a stern warning to not miss any of the dress code. My hand caressed the dress on my body. It was a red, long, body con dress that hugged my figure perfectly. Bonus points for not showing a baby bump yet. The sleeves were ruffled and a slit ran from the middle of my thigh down to the tail of the dress. It certainly wasn’t a new one and I could tell from the faint perfume that lingered there, that it was a prominent figure that wore the dress last.

Tatiana The satin and lace of my thigh-highs clung to my legs, and my dress felt snug. No, I didn't have a habit of dressing sexy and showing off my body. But today was a special occasion, and I figured I'd dress extra special for Hunter. Show him what he had been missing all these years. I looked down at my low-cut black dress and adjusted the scooped neckline so that more of my cleavage tumbled out. But then, seeing Hunter's hungry eyes as they took in every inch of me, I questioned my decision.

No one spoke about it, and Hunter had also gone to incognito mode. Claire's heart thudded behind her ribcage. She twisted her lips as she swirled around, checking out the dress from different angles. The dress was a blend of black and brown, and it shimmered. It was a stunning gown with a strapless sweetheart neckline, revealing her toned shoulders and flawless skin. There was a silvery shimmery belt around her waist while several layers of fabric cascaded down the front, around her belly, adding more beauty to the dress.

Knowing Hunter’s brutal side, my expectations for the night weren’t high, but still, there was a flutter of excitement in my chest. I chose a simple short red dress and flat shoes. Lisa had tried to convince me to wear the heels I had worn on my date with August, but I stood my ground. It wasn’t that I couldn’t walk in heels—after all, I’d been getting used to them. But I didn’t want Hunter to think I was overdressed or trying too hard for him. The simple red dress and flats felt just right. Besides, I had no idea what Hunter had planned for the evening. His behaviors are usually unpredictable, and if he ended up stressing me out, I needed to be comfortable. At least comfortable enough to wa

"Don't you like surprises?” "Dressing like a…" he trailed off, and she did well to complete it for him. “Hooker… Don't you like your women in almost see-through dresses?” "Your boobs are spilling out,” he commented, his brow furrowed as his eyes lingered on her chest, with her boobs almost pushing out of the strapless, sleek, sequined red gown, which hugged her body beautifully, showcasing a perfect hourglass figure. Her black hair is styled in flowing curls that stop at her lower back, light strands falling slightly to her face.

Hunter and Maya were here. And they looked every bit the couple. She was radiant, in a gold dress. It was a sheath style in glimmering fabric, and fit her perfectly, just skimming over her curves. I swallowed a brief, vain bit of jealousy. It was exactly the kind of style of the dress I’d wanted to wear. Of course, I couldn’t because I was carrying her lover’s baby. He looked more relaxed and happy than I’d seen him in a long time as well.

“I have done talking to assholes for one night, so I guess, we can do whatever you want.” I dragged my teeth over my lower lip. “What if I wanted to dance?” I rose from my seat and pressed the little clasp in the waistline of my gown. Then I removed the long layers of the fabric of my skirt, turning the long gown into a short, fitted club dress. Hunter's lips curved into a sultry smile. “Looking like that you'll need protection on that dancefloor.” I fixed my eyes on him. “Lucky for me I have a very protective husband.”

‎ ‎In their place, I wore the dress Rhea had scavenged from the camp's stores. ‎ ‎It was nothing like the dresses back home. It was made of soft, dark leather and dyed crimson linen. It fit tight to the bodice, laced up the front with rawhide strings, and flared at the waist into a skirt that was slashed high on the thigh for movement. It was a dress meant for dancing, for running, for fighting. ‎ ‎"You look..." Rhea stepped back, her eyes wide. "You look dangerous." ‎ ‎I turned to the small, cracked mirror on the wall.

Just when I thought Hunter and I were going to die, the phone pressed against my chest rang. Gritting my teeth, I reached for it and managed to answer Jacob’s call. “Wendy, do you like the wedding dress?”

Xander was too focused on the woman in the turquoise dress and didn't care about her at all. Half an hour later, Angel was ready in an ankle-length black dress. The dress had thin spaghetti straps on the shoulders and silver sequin accents on the chest. She and Ellena bought the dress last week because she fell in love with the sequins which shone beautifully under the shop lights. Ellena said the dress was perfect for her, especially for attending a formal dinner. Her dress had a slit up to her calf, showing off her long, smooth legs.