Kara Danvers Costume Novels & Stories

kinda moved towards the table and was about to touch the food when a voice spoke making her pause. “Do not touch it” Kara who is seen climbing down the stairs spoke and everyone turned to her. She had changed the outfit she had worn earlier when she came, she was now putting on a blue silk gown and her blonde hair was now styled in a pony tail. “And who are you?” Linda questioned with an irrated looks on her face. TBC

I say to Preston, bumping his fist. I walk up to the little girls, both in princess Cinderella dresses but instead of glass slippers, Karla is dressed in canvas, a cute little black converse canvas that she's showing to her namesake, with her hands pulling her dress up to show her. I crouch down to meet their size, both girls halt when they see me do so. “You're Karla Kingston right?” She looks at me with confusion, “Umm, I don't know you.” she whispers, her hands letting her costume fall to her feet.

“Try them on. Please.” Kara grinned and took the dress from the maid, motioning for me to stand. The fabric slid over my skin like water, and when I turned toward the mirror, I hardly recognized the girl staring back at me. Kara let out a low whistle. “Well, look at you. If Alpha Ryder wasn’t already staring, I’d tell him to start now.” I felt my face heat up and swallowed hard. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.” “Well, you are now, and you look so damn gorgeous!” Kara said, flashing me a cheeky grin before excusing herself and promising to come back later.

she just shrugged. “All I’m saying is it’s Friday night … who knows what could happen?” I didn’t like what she was implying. I could practically see her fingers weaving invisible puppet strings, manipulating the situation to her liking, but before I could answer, the door to the bathroom opened and out walked Kara. She looked stunning as the sleek black dress hugged every curve, with a plunging neckline that stopped just above her navel. She twirled playfully, showing off the backless design and the ruched fabric over her perfectly sculpted rear end. “You, my friend, have a death wish,” I whispered to Aurora, who ignored me completely.

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.

Grinning, she nodded and told Kara just to meet them at their house and they could all go together. That evening, Duncan and Kelly got dressed in clothes they picked out for each other. Duncan selected a slinky red dress that accentuated Kelly's curves. Kara rang the doorbell and Kelly went to let her in. She was wearing a similar dress, but hers was blue. The two women began to chatter and complement each other. "Hey, Boss," Kara said. "You look handsome." She leaned in as he bent down to kiss her cheek. "You ladies look stunning," he said, smiling. "Are y'all ready to head out?"

He toweled the moisture from her hair and then pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked in a husky voice. She nodded, sagging into his arms. “Good. It’s just the tip of the iceberg of what’s to come.” *********** Karla dressed with extreme care, paying heed to the strict instructions Ken had given her. Several boxes had been delivered by courier earlier in the day and then Ken had called her from work and told her to be ready and waiting when he arrived home. She pulled on the thigh-high stockings, luxuriating in the feel of the silk against her skin. Then she carefully unzipped the garment bag of a high-end, well-known designer and pulled out the strapless, bead