Kara Danvers Clothes Novels & Stories

“Take me back. I need something to wear.” They took her to a boutique. And she picked a dress—white, scandalously short, wickedly revealing. Chester groaned. “Gillow is going to crucify us.” Karina dragged a hand down her face. “This is dangerous.” Arda smirked. “It’s none of his business.” She ran her fingers over the silky material. “Besides, he is not my father” --- Back at the mansion, she had the phone charged, but she refused to turn it on.

IVAN Two days later after my visit to the hospital, the cameras were already waiting when we pulled up. A wall of flashes burst like fireworks against the tinted windows of the car, strobing across my face in quick succession. My jaw tightened as I adjusted my tie, then glanced sideways at Danica. She sat perfectly composed beside me, her posture tall, hands folded neatly in her lap. But what caught me and held my attention was the way she looked today. The dress Danica had worn, clung to her like it had been tailored for sin itself. Sleek black silk, off-the-shoulder, fitted at the waist, falling just past her knees. It was classic. Dignified. And hot as hell.

He tried to calm her down so she would stop asking questions, while his own thoughts wandered somewhere far away. Two hours earlier. Kara stood in front of the mirror wearing a gown adorned with diamonds that caught the light from every angle. Her makeup looked natural, but that only emphasized her beauty even more. Sharp. Alluring. Overflowing with confidence. Since birth, Kara had always possessed a beauty that drew attention effortlessly. Unlike Tara, who was soft and calm, Kara was the type of woman people noticed immediately, remembered easily, and desired instinctively. Adrian had been ready long before her. His suit was immaculate, his expression perfectly controlled.

ASTRID “Put this on,” Kara growls, shoving a wadded-up ball of black chiffon at my chest. I’ve been afforded the great pleasure of her company to prepare for the full moon tonight, which so far has consisted of a freezing cold shower in a dirty bathroom and Kara throwing things at me. A towel, a hairbrush, and now this chiffon garment, which I’m assuming is a dress. I hold it up in front of me, turning it around until I can discern what’s right-side-up. Definitely a dress.

I bid Rosa good bye and begin to prepare for our date. Cara shows up in a wide mouth high-waisted black sweats and a nude cropped hoodie. I wonder how many of those sweatpant she has. I’ve seen her in a navy green one, a white one and a purple one. I couldn’t help but swoon over her. Cara could wear a potatoe sack and still be looking splendid.

Author’s POV One month later... Cara came out of the changing room wearing the black dress. Chase who was looking at other dresses turned around when he heard her sandals clicking on the tile floor. His breath got stuck in the back of his throat as his eyes slightly widened upon seeing her wearing the dress, he selected himself. It was a black coloured, A line off shoulder dress. It was fitting her upper body perfectly and was flaring out around her legs, stopping right above her knees. She was wearing black flat sandals.

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?

I mumble, slide into the car and gnite it engine's before speeding away, watching her waving arm exit outta sight. ******* Location: Black eagles Hunter clan Kara's POV "Little assistance here Alex,am totally confused. Please" I plead, drowning within the gigantic clothes heap surrounding my tiny little self. Definitely can't believe picking a dumb cloth for a date will seem this tough. "Seriously Kara,I definitely can't believe my self assisting you through similar predicament as the previous day" she grumbles, pulling sluggishly her weakened self towards my direction. "This should fit,I guess" she states, cringing before a pink coloured bobby grown decorated using sparkling diamonds.

Kara stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe. My shoulders slumped as I let out a soft, relieved exhale. “Thank the goddess,” I muttered. “Get in here.” She raised a brow but stepped in without question. I shut the door quickly behind her, locking it out of habit. And then I finally looked at her properly. Kara’s outfit hit me like a punch in the guts. Black high-heeled boots that somehow made her legs look even longer, leather pants that clung in all the right places, a snug brown top, and a black leather jacket. She looked dangerous in the best way.

Soon, Harry arrived with a group of maids, each pushing a rack filled with clothing. These were all the latest season's designs. Waking up in such a massive bedroom still felt surreal. Kara wasn't used to this kind of luxury. She randomly picked a sapphire-blue dress, and two maids immediately stepped forward to help her change. She nearly broke out in a cold sweat and quickly refused their help. If they saw the marks on her body, they'd know exactly what had happened last night. How could she ever show her face again? After getting dressed, she grabbed a curling iron and ran it through her hair.