Kara Danvers Costume Novels & Stories

The dress was hideous; it stopped midway on my thigh, and it had a transparent material; my cleavages almost popping out. “Oh my God, you're a goddess in that outfit, Kath,” Kara yelled “It’s is screaming ‘I am a whore! come fuck me right now!.” “ yeah, Kath, that’s the look we’re going for.” “Well, it's not the look I am going for; I already have to prove to Edward that I am not a bad influence on his niece; this is a bad idea.” Kara looked disappointed, like a child who was deprived of candy “You're right, but just take this one dress; it's my gift to you.”

Kara Elio had picked out the outfit he wanted me to wear. It was a lace corset jumpsuit with a white full skirt that went around my waist, and a single elegant slit graced one side. Aaliyah and mum helped me get into it as I was terrified it would tear the fabric was so fragile.

So far, they were being left in the cells with only water and food every three days until my mates could decide what to do with them. I was planning on wearing something simple for tonight, just a black dress, and Kara had one in a similar style. Mine had two black straps with diamonds on a sweetheart neckline, with a little cut out panelling over my cleavage. Then the sparkles continued down the panel at the bottom of my dress, where the black skirt puffed out at my hips and came to my thigh. Kara wore a long sleeve high neck sheer gown that went to the floor with the same diamond pattern on it weaving across the length of the dress.

"Change your clothes. I'll give you 50 seconds." "Only 50 seconds?" Kara was wide eyed. However, the countdown had begun. Without checking the contents, Kara took the bag to a small room near the pool. When she saw the clothes she had to wear, Kara was stunned. Frank gave her a tank top, tight fitness pants, shoes, and … a sports bra? With those clothes, she wouldn't escape the CEO's attention. Her mission to keep her distance was certain to fail. "You, Perverted Devil!" Kara cursed in annoyance. However, she changed her clothes.

she slowly nodded without turning to look at her. Wearing a pair of black palazzo pants and a sheer gem-embellished tube top with a large bow marking her waist that hangs until her knee, she looked stunning and at the same time chic. Kara prepared everything she wore tonight and she never asked where she got all of them. Her life has been a series of adventures even with the clothes she wears. Earlier, Kara made her wear another set of jewels and all she could do was to be astonished. Like the first one, the one she was wearing surely cost a fortune too.

“Absolutely nothing.” Betty pulled Karina into a hug. Karina laughed. “Now go show them what you can do.” Betty pulled away. “Mmm.” Karina nodded. She walked downstairs to find Devon already waiting. “Sorry I took too long,” Karina apologized. His gaze stayed on her as she walked closer. As much as he didn't want to admit it— he couldn't stop being stunned by how beautiful she looked. She wore a simple baby blue dress that fell just below her knees, the fabric soft and elegant without trying too hard. The fitted waist and delicate sleeves made her look refined while the small pearl details blended perfectly with the accessories Betty picked out. It wasn't extravagant but somehow… she stood o

POV: Elara I was nervous. More nervous than I had been the night I first witnessed Dante kill a man. I stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the clothes I had poured my soul into over the past few days. Five complete looks hung on a portable rack I had convinced Marco to bring up. The emerald “Defiance” gown was the centerpiece, but I had also created a sharp black power suit with subtle armor-like detailing on the shoulders, a sensual red evening dress that screamed dangerous femininity, and two more pieces that blended strength with elegance.

There were outsiders present, so he had put on a serious face. He looked very aloof and aggressive and made people dare not to get close to him as if he were a replica of Samuel. As for Kara, she was the opposite of him. Keith was indifferent, but she was extremely sweet and kept talking with the others. Moreover, she was dressed like a little princess now. Because she was too cute, the people in the lounge all surrounded her. "Kara, we're going to comb your hair now. Don't move. Otherwise, the crown you're wearing will fall off!"

It feels like a shroud. The morning is a blur of preparation. Kael calls for Vane. The Beta brings a dress of deep crimson wool. It is simple but the fabric is thick and expensive. I change behind a screen. The dress fits perfectly. It makes me look like I belong in a high hall. not a dirt cell. I brush my hair until it shines. I look at the girl in the mirror. She looks like a queen. She feels like a sacrifice. "Ready?" Kael asks. He is dressed in his formal leathers. A silver chain hangs around his neck. The symbol of the Red Fang.

Kara's POV Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I gave myself one last look. The white body-hugging dress Kelly had picked clung to every curve like it had been stitched onto my skin. It kissed the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips, and melted like sin over my legs. I looked like trouble and tonight, I planned to enjoy every damn second of it. My hair was curled into soft waves that framed my face like a halo of firelight. I felt beautiful—no, I was beautiful and for once, I didn’t doubt it. Every detail tonight screamed confidence, power and seduction.