Katara Dress Novels & Stories

André arched a brow at me “They are arguing over which dress I should wear. Katrina feels I should wear the traditional Incubi Luna gown.” Crista gestured to the black dress. André whistled, picking up the dress to touch it and investigate it. “Bis Bisnonna had style when she picked this dress to replace the dated one when she became Luna.” André nodded. “It’s stunning and very sexy. You’ll look hot. I hope we keep fire extinguishers on hand and a drool cup for Papa.” André winked.

Kat said before rolling her eyes at me. She pulled me with her to the back where the staff room and lockers were located. Quickly, she opened her locker and pulled out a little black dress. Thin straps, V-neck, stretchy fabric that would hug the body tightly and a short skirt. It was the perfect definition of a little black dress. “Put this on,” Kat said as she threw the dress my way. “Ok…” I mumbled. “Get changed and meet me back outside. There’s still so much that we have to do!” Kat exclaimed loudly before stomping out of the room.

Cold and unresponsive. Katya’s performance had been flawless. The poor mother who missed her pups. A single moment of her temper had ruined it. There was really only one card left to play before Katya would switch tactics. Katya waited until the mansion was nearly empty one night. She came battle ready. Skin soft and smelling of gooseberries and vanilla. A dark, nearly black, red stain on her mouth. She put on one of her favorite dresses. A slip really. So soft that it was like clouds against her skin.

I was probably out of luck. An expression of surprise flashed across both of their faces. In the end, it was Katrina who broke the cold silence. "Luna? What brings you here?" "Window shopping." I smiled back at her and made a show of not taking a second look at the Ismail beside her. The dress that Katrina was wearing was the one she had just tried on in the store. It was a black and alluring long dress, befitting a woman with a good figure like her. Cloaked in her red trench coat, she looked like a graceful black swan.

. I waited downstairs for her, as she came walking down the stairs I couldn't breath all of the air was sucked out of my lungs. She looked gorgeous in a gold and ivory coloured dress, it was a low halter of course with those gorgeous breasts up for public view. Luckily certain parts were closed, the dress came all the way down to the ground and on both sides she had slits on either side of her gorgeous legs. Her hair was tied up and her makeup flawless, she is always flawless no matter what she does. Her smile was one of her greatest assets as she smiled and started to turn around. Her back completely open, and dammit now I wanted to stay. And see how flexible and durable this damn dress wer

"Tell me, what do you need? The charity event in Paris is still a month away, and you'll need lots of preparation." Catherine shrugged. "I just need to prepare myself mentally for revenge." The corner of Keira's mouth curved upward. "So, you've started planning to take on Arsila?" "That's right. I hope you and Dad will support me." "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you need, we'll do our best." Keira stood up, then opened the lowest drawer in Catherine's wardrobe. Keira pulled out a black dress adorned with Swarovski crystals inside the drawer. This was the first dress that made Catherine Chandra famous as a professional model on her debut years ago.

With a final glance at the apartment, I hurriedly left. Arriving at the restaurant, I found Katy already waiting for me. She was a vision of vibrant energy, exuding warmth and confidence. Her outfit reflected her lively personality, as she donned a flowing summer dress adorned with vibrant floral patterns. The colors seemed to dance in harmony with her every movement, capturing the essence of her cheerful spirit. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look.

she said finally, pushing open a set of tall white doors. The dressing room was breathtaking—rows upon rows of garments glittered under soft lighting. Silk, satin, lace, tulle. Dresses that could stop hearts. Suits that could start wars. The scent of expensive fabric and cold ambition hung in the air. Katerina crossed her arms. “Pick the one you want. But don’t get any ideas—you can’t wear them. I wouldn’t let your sweat ruin the fabric.” Her words dripped with sugar and venom. I tilted my head, meeting her smirk with calm curiosity. “So how exactly am I supposed to know what suits me, Miss Katerina?”

“I see. Hey Malevolent, dare I ask what you have been up to?” “Oh, the usual.” Skyla smirked just as Marcel and Kataleya came into the hall. Unlike Skyla, who was in leather pants, high heels, and a crop top, Kat was wearing a chiffon floral dress up to her knees with long flowing sleeves. She was the opposite of Sky who was the slimmest of us, with washboard abs, Kat was a lot curvier having gotten it from her Mama and I think the Rossi genes if Raihana was anything to go by, with big breasts and an ample ass. And unlike the two of us, she preferred to wear clothes that covered her up. She was around the same height as Kia, or maybe even a little taller now. Her hair was super long too, rea

"There they are..." The rest of the people with them turned their attention to the door and stared at the woman accompanying Stefan. Everyone gazed at her and at the dress she was wearing. Katia wore a blue dress made of petit tul with lace appliques. The dress had a yoke on the bodice, and the sleeves were made of sheer illusion tul. The V-neck was both in the front and the back. The skirt featured tulip-shaped godets. She had her hair styled in a 1960s diva updo, and the earrings, necklace, and bracelets added to her beauty.