Leeloo Dallas Costume Novels & Stories

The next morning arrives and Leia dresses as inconspicuous as she could manage. She didn't want to draw attention to herself by dressing in a designer but dressing like a hobo was also going to draw a lot of attention. Hence, Leia settled for something not too flashy but nor too messy and concluded with her wardrobe on a large cat hoodie over a pair of grey whitewash jeans and simple tennis shoes. She finished up with a ponytail that pulled her chocolate locks out of her face. If anybody asked she could claim that she was having a lazy day at the park. She pulls her sunglasses off her head and over her eyes as she walks around the park.

Seconds later the doors swung open and Apollo—Ally walked inside. Adley let out a shaky breath and blinked rapidly as Ally’s form came into view. From the pin-straight ebony hair to the smokey eyeshadow that outlined bright blue eyes, he looked just like Ally. Leslie had been truthful about the dress, which revealed a good amount of shoulder and back, but nothing from the chest or below. He even had her scowl down perfectly, though I was beginning to expect that was just Apollo’s natural grimace. “Are you ready?” Dain asked him.

Lee, made his decision. The night of the gala, Elara felt like a warrior preparing for battle. She wore a gown of midnight blue, a color so deep it seemed to swallow the light, and her only jewelry was the massive, flawless diamond engagement ring that felt like a brand. When she walked into the living room, Kaelan, devastating in his tuxedo, actually stilled. For a single, unguarded moment, his gaze was one of pure, unadulterated male appreciation before the shutters came down.

With that, he strode away, leaving Ella standing at the door. Ella watched his retreating figure and bit her lip. She returned to the room. Leo was sitting on the bed playing with toys, clearly not sick at all. "Mommy, when are we leaving?" Leo asked. "Soon, baby." Ella touched her son's head. She opened the gift box. Inside was a deep blue evening gown, perfectly tailored with exquisite fabric. She knew this dress must be expensive, and she knew Alexander would have chosen the right size.

I’m in for some serious groping, before Jefferson takes me to meet the girls; no doubt of that. * * * “Whatever you have that’s going to get me smashed in the shortest amount of time.” Leila eyes the bar tender, wildly tossing that choppy blonde hair back off her face. She’s dressed to kill, wearing a strapless, short, tight, electric blue dress with killer spiked heels that look rather dangerous. Steel spikes sticking out the rears with a defiant look welded to her face. She’s been this way since we picked her up at her apartment and she’s not our usual, bubbly, happy Leila at all.

Ghost looks back at me wagging her tail before she runs after them. "She's fixed right?" Leelie asks coming out of the room next to me. "Of course she is," I nod. "Good, Demon isn't," she shrugs. "Stud services," I laugh looking over at her to see her wearing black skinny jeans, her signature kick-ass ankle combat boots, a white fitted v-neck, and her leather jacket. Today her hair is down. The waves of her hair are shiny and very silky looking. I take in a deep breath to smell the mouth-watering scent coming from the rooms across from me. She looks at the door and then back at me. I have been avoiding them since they got here.

Lea whispered to herself, a shy smile playing on her lips as she made her way to the boutique. The team worked separately that morning. Drex and Flo were scheduled for an appearance at a TV station, while Lea was tasked with picking up Drex’s costume for the following day. She stepped into the grand boutique and promptly presented her receipt. "A costume for D.E.? Just a moment, please." The staff member vanished into the back, returning shortly with a sharp, navy blue suit. As she handed over the garment, the clerk couldn't help but strike up a conversation. "You're Drex's assistant manager, aren't you? It must be a dream, working with such handsome men all the time!" she gushed.

I felt horrible and tried to apologize but the family had moved to another pack. "Yeah, I remember, they moved not long after that had happened." Coming back to earth, I focused on getting ready. I decided to keep my honey brown hair down, pinning it up on the sides, slicking it back and curled the bottom where it fell just above my waistline. Leia on the other hand had a blue dress on that hugged the top half but flowed at the bottom where it just above her knees. She wore matching flats to go with it. She French braided the top of her hair and let the rest flow its natural blonde curls.

Not to mention his always neat appearance adorned with his favorite brands, making Leonel's appearance captivating forever, causing the girls around him unable to divert their gaze quickly. "I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing, Darling." Ester grasped Leonel's hand a little tighter. In the reflection of the glass they passed by, Ester ensured there was nothing wrong with her appearance. The Salem-colored dress with a ribbon accent at the waist, with her arms covered to the elbows, looked modest, but Ester was still Ester. The dress hugged her beautiful body quite tightly, only reaching her long calves, which she paired with black heels and a matching clutch.

Instead, my dry and watery vision captures the many beings around the bed in the healing room, peering down at me in a distressed state. "M'Lady!" Leolo walks around to my side, clutching a fedora in his hand with his long blonde hair slicked back. He was dressed very gentleman like, wearing a navy blue suit with a white collared shirt and had a caring look to his face. Usually he wore plated armor that covered his whole body, sometimes exposing his head if he doesn't wear the helmet, so it was unusual seeing him armor-less.