Ldshadowlady Outfits Novels & Stories

She had been buried the very moment I stepped through the massive gates of the Shadow Pack. Now, I wore a dress made of heavy black silk. It was edged with beautiful silver embroidery. These were the colors of my new pack, and I wore them with pride. The dress fit me perfectly. It was tailored to show my strength rather than hide it. The fabric clung to my frame with a quiet kind of elegance. It flowed just enough to command the attention of everyone in the room without looking like I was begging for it. I had my hair pulled back neatly away from my face. This exposed my neck to the cool air of the room.

I already know what’s coming. She taps the red dress. "Wear this one." I shake my head. “I was thinking the black one.” Layla gasps like I just told her to burn the packhouse down. "Absolutely not! Black is for blending in, and tonight, my darling Naomi Carter, we are not blending in. You’re going to go in there and own the damn room.” “Or, and hear me out, I can go in, enjoy the party, and leave without anyone noticing me.”

As it turned out, Willow was just a shield for Sierra, taking the brunt of Roy’s mother’s rage if any, and the thought of it made Willow chuckle silently. After seeing his mother off, Roy returned to the venue and headed straight to Sierra. Sierra wore a bluish dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. She looked timid, her eyes darting around curiously. Roy stared at her, his emotions hiding behind his eyes. Sierra bumped into a passing server with a tray in hand. As the tray tipped over, Roy snatched her waist and pulled her to safety. The smashed and shattered wine glasses caught everybody’s attention.

Flawless proportions in contrast to my pear-shaped physique. "Jack, Jack," I softly addressed my partner, yet he remained unresponsive. His gaze remained locked on her. The stunning lady in the midnight red velvet attire. I delicately grazed his hand, and he quivered slightly as if in a daze. "Olivia," he said, striving to soothe himself, and I smiled at him. "Let's head back home, my love; I'm not feeling well," I fabricated, attempting to make him leave the place with me, but his gaze had once again drifted towards her, and she was currently fixing her gaze upon him.

We got our dark chocolate complexion from our papa. As for my hair I always keep the sides cut very low, with a design on the side and the top is always in braids. The entire dress had rhinestone trimming that shined whenever the lights hit it. Now Shawna always had the perfect fat girl shape, where everything was in the right places. She chose a form fitted blood red sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her dress was trimmed with diamond rhinestones too, but she had a deep side split. Her dress exposed her back tattoo of angel wings, that expand the length of her shoulders. Sometimes when she moves a certain way, it looked like the wings move.

Shelby warned from her place in the mirror. " Does that mean I get to do a necessary killing? " Lightning teased with an amused glint in her eyes before walking away to get dressed. She opened the closet and went straight to her own section. Shelby liked warm colors and favored jeans and T-shirts or anything that makes her comfortable, but Lightning's taste in clothing differs from her twin personality taste like night and day, just like every other thing about them. She looked at her leather jackets and decided to go with a long sleeve black leather, a white crop top inner top that will flaunt her rock-solid abs with her belly ring, and the skin-tight jeans with three-inch square heels blac

With that thought, I left both of them and headed towards the villa. I rummaged through the contents of the two paper bags that Lideon gave me. One was a black and silver cocktail dress, while the other one was black shoes. I didn't want to go to the bathroom to take a shower. I was wearing a white robe when I did my make-up after showering. I did something simple on the face, just to put color on it. I rolled my hair up into a messy bun and tied it with silver pins.

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But he is not leaving her. "Just let me go," she said softly this time. Lucian looked at her face and saw that she is uncomfortable. So he promptly let her go and stepped aside. Ophelia rushed outside and away from him. She dressed in the clothes given to her by Baraka. It's not bad. It's a long ankle-length skirt and a sleeveless crop top, with long earrings and colorful thin bangles. This seems to be the outfit the woman in the Shadowland wear under their black cloaks.

Both of them kneeled in front of her instead of bowing like before. The rest of Lily’s people followed suit without complaint. Shadow was wearing formal attire - a long sleeve white shirt and black combat pants. On top of the white shirt was a black robe and a creepy smile mask on her face. Both of her hands were delving inside her pocket’s pants, and walking leisurely. Her yellow eyes glanced at them and nodded once. A pair of sneakers stepped on the ground with a few guards trudging behind her. The two lions and two wolves seemed to be accompanying them as well.