Kira Dress Novels & Stories

But first, I needed to get her in with the pack elders. “Hey, handsome.” Kira walked up to me in the hallway. I flashed her a smile. My gaze swept through her body as I took in her appearance. She wore the dress I got for her. It was a red dress with a thigh-high slit. She looked stunning in it. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered into her ears. Her cheeks turned red as she blushed hard. She linked her arm with mine and we descended the stairs together. I felt powerful with her beside me. She was elegant and very classy.

They would love eachother. Once my hair and makeup were finished, I slipped on the dress Kira had chosen. It was a short, black body con dress. While I wasn't used to the tightness, I loved how the dress exposed my shoulders. I put on a pair of black strap heels and decided that Kira really did a good job. My hair was down as always, but it was curled in loose ringlets. Just as Kira went to change into her dress, Travis popped his head in the room.

Kira. "Hello, I am Aries, Caesar's cousin." Her words caught me off guard, and it was evident on my face. A relative? She is a relative? My eyes never left her face, and neither did hers with that sly grin plastered on her face as if she were amazed. The maids behind me only took their heads to the ground and did not dare to look into her eyes. They behaved as if they knew her. "So, you are the bride of Hercules?"

They glared at each other. “Fine,” Kira said. “Compromise. You wear a nice dress…not this one—and I won’t tell everyone about the time you tripped over your own feet and face-planted into a training dummy.” “That was ONE TIME and the dummy was in a stupid place—” “Do we have a deal?” “…Fine.” Kira produced a different dress. It was still fancy, but at least it looked like it belonged in the current century. Deep green, simple lines, no puff sleeves in sight.

Kira met me at the entrance of the building, dressed in a bright yellow sundress that matched her infectious energy. Her eyes sparkled as we walked in. “Retail therapy for a funeral? I’m in. This is the most unhinged thing I’ve done all week.” By the time we stepped into the luxury mall, I realized my mistake. Kira transformed into a toddler who had discovered unlimited candy. She darted from rack to rack, pulling dresses with wild abandon, her laughter echoing through the high-end boutique. “You should try this one!” She thrust a sleek black bandage dress toward me, the fabric clinging and clearly suffocating. “You’ve got the body for it. Plus, it’ll fit better as the baby grows. Accentuate

They applied bright red lipstick on her plum lips, she wanted to see herself in the mirror, but every time she turned to see herself, they would turn Athena’s face away from the mirror. Kira curled the last strand of her hair and framed it nicely. “Perfecto,” she appreciated her artwork on Athena, gazing in the mirror. That is when the girl looked at herself. She almost gasped. Her eyes were neatly lined with kohl, making them look seductive, and her lips wine red and matte. The designer unveiled the dress, and Athena almost fainted. The sleeveless wine-red dress had a feathery bodice, making her cleavage pop a little, but nothing too revealing. The fit was perfect on her as if it was made f

I think with my dark hair, it should look quite effective. After spending another twenty-five minutes at the shop, Kiarra decides on a navy dress. It's a plain, simple dress with a high neck and an elegant flow from the waist down. Miranda picks out a gorgeous necklace to match, pairing it with silver stilettos. "Is it too plain?" Kiarra asks for the fourth time as we exit the shop. "No," I sigh. "I really like it. It suits you. With your hair, it looks amazing."

Chapter 19. It’s five thirty already and Kira was seated in the Elysium next to Mira. She was dressed in a black satin dress with spaghetti straps that revealed a large quantity of her cleavage. Her hair was styled into something rough and smoky to frame her delicate V-shaped face. Underneath the dress that stopped barely an inch away from her bum, she was wearing a black g-string that did little to soak up the wetness that was already streaming down her thighs. If Kira thought she was wet before, then what she felt now had no words.

At family gatherings, I often retreated to the bathroom to stroke myself because Kira would get me so worked up. She had a knack for wearing simple clothes and elevating them to the height of sexiness. She looked absolutely stunning in a pair of faded jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. But as I sat in front of my glowing monitor, Kira smiled out at me wearing little more than nothing. First, she lounged in a silky robe. Then there were a few pictures of her in a black, lacy push-up bra and matching panties. Finally, and much to the delight of my cock, she wore only her smile.

It was quite a sad bucket list because I know I could not really do it all. My favorite one on my bucket list was to wear a dress. Wear a dress, a long white dress while walking down the aisle. Who doesn't want that? Every girl dreams of marrying the man of her dreams but in my case, It will only happen in my dreams because my time is limited and cut short. Should I tell him that? Gosh, Veronika of course, you must never. But why? If you do, he will act weird towards you and he will pity you.