Novel & Cerita Ldshadowlady Outfits

“Wonder what kind of trouble we’re in for, huh?” I breathe a fake laugh and nod my head as Delia makes her way over to me. She hands me an outfit out of her bag before walking back to where Gray is standing just out of view. Staying behind the tree, I quickly tug on the jeans and dark t-shirt, clumsily falling against the trunk three times as I do. When I’m done, I come out from behind the tree and make my way over to them.

The gates peeled open without a sound, like the world had already expected me. My fingers toyed with the hem of the dress Elena had picked. Black silk, sleek and heavy, like it carried its own kind of authority. The neckline dipped just enough to draw attention without being scandalous, and the bodice clung tighter than I was used to, sculpting me into someone sharper, bolder. “Marcelo Bernardo,” I whispered again as the car rolled forward, though this time the name came out ragged, broken. My chest was tight. The closer I got, the harder it was to imagine that I had ever spoken his name freely.

She was probably shocked that I had the balls to insult the all so dangerous vampire prince. Well news flash people, Domenic Darkshadow is the biggest jerk I've ever been cursed to see and that's just a fact. He shouldn't worry though, I'm going to teach him a lesson he's never gonna forget for the rest of his life. After a bath, I was dressed in much more fancy clothes. A white long gown with a slit that came all the way to my mid thigh. Sarah dressed my hair to the best of my ability, and I had no choice but to ask Lysander.

"Shelly over there is a little. And Jade, beside her, is a slave. I'm sure you can tell which is which." Scott followed his gaze. One of the women, Shelly presumably, wore a pink baby doll nighty, her blonde hair tied in pigtails. Jade, on the other hand, her jet-black hair cut severely, was dressed in a black beaded bustier with spaghetti straps and a matching black thong.

ANGELA’S POV The final hours before departure were controlled chaos. I stood in my room, not facing a mirror but the bed, where a decision waited. On one side lay polished leather armor, the official battle dress of a Shadow Moon Luna. On the other, a gown of deep charcoal gray, severe and restrained, worn for pack judgments when bloodshed was not yet inevitable. “The armor says you expect a fight,” Gamma Rylan said, arms folded. “The gown says you are presiding over one.”

Only the six remaining candidates were sitting on stage in their most comfortable clothes. She wasn’t wearing any fancy dress just like one of the candidates from the Black Blood Pack of the East. Her simple black V-neck shirt was paired with faded light blue denim pants and a pair of black and white high cut sneakers. Shahara protested to get more presentable, but she didn’t oblige. They were asked to wear their most comfortable clothes, and this was the best way to fit in that word. Her eyes went towards the one sitting beside her – no other than the heiress of the Darkwoods, Leah Darkwood.

She was born to be mine, and no one will take that. I snap my fingers, and soon the shadow spawn appear, their sweet smiles as always, showing they’re happy to serve. “Bring clothes for me to choose from.” I give the order, and they leave. In seconds, they return with a chest full of clothes. I look at each one until I see the perfect dress. I smile imagining her in it. I snap my fingers, and the shadow spawn disappear.

I bite out. I can feel the Hunter holding back his laughter. “To be fair, they are nice tits.” I growl at him, but my skin develops gooseflesh at the thought of him looking at me that way. “Clothes!” “Of course, my lady,” Gwyn ap Nudd says from behind me. With a wave of his hand and some odd flicking of his fingers, I’m clothed in shadows. I mean literal shadows. It’s a long, flowing gown, sleeveless and down to my feet. Slits down the sides so that my knees and the lower half of my legs are visible.

“Try another one.” I stared at him. Two full seconds. “You look like a librarian,” he said. “I like librarians,” I muttered. “Yes, I know,” he said, shaking his head. “Next outfit.” I walked back into the dressing room muttering under my breath. Sky giggled. Mate is rude. Outfit #2 Sharon handed me something black this time. Long. Flowy. Dramatic. Five minutes later I stepped out again. The outfit looked… mysterious. Dark sleeves.