Novel & Cerita Love Nikki Queen Dress Up

Knocked. “It’s done. Security is set.” The door opened. And I just… stopped. My brain shut off. My breath caught. Nyx stood there, and she wasn’t the Alpha Queen. Not right then. She was something from a dream I was too stupid to ever have. The dress was crimson red. The color of fresh blood and dark wine. It was sleeveless, tight at the top, hugging every curve I’d memorized with my hands. The fabric flowed down long, but there was a high slit that went up to her thigh, showing a flash of skin every time she shifted. And the sides… they were open, too. Just delicate straps holding it together, revealing the elegant lines of her waist. Her hair was up, twisted in some complicated way, leavin

I barely ever left the estate, and my closet was full of comfortable house clothes, nothing fancy. To her, I must have looked like some ordinary girl who’d lucked into a rich husband. “I want my wedding dress back,” I said flatly. “And I’m not changing into that cheap dress of yours.” I raised my hand and pointed at one of the staff members nearby. “If you keep this up, I’ll have the sales assistant strip you right here and throw you out.” Nicole’s smile only widened at my words. She clicked her heels across the marble floor until she stood right in front of me, and her manicured nail nearly touched the tip of my nose.

I tell them over my shoulder as I head for the closet where I pull out a pair of light blue high waisted jeans and a long sleeved white shirt. I start stripping only to hear a shuffle behind me and see how Florence turns around, nudging Barton to follow him which he does with an annoyed growl. These dogs have a weird sense of privacy. Shrugging I change into the new clothes and tuck the shirt inside the hem of my jeans. I also run a brush through my hair and pull it up into a high ponytail while I’m at it. Even if it’s just a shopping run I want to be somewhat presentable.

“What do you want, Nikki?” “Awwww baby. Don’t be like that.” Nikki runs her manicured hand up and down my chest. She is wearing a hot pink, short bodycon dress. Her heels have to be at least 5 inches though she is still much shorter than me. Her makeup is heavy as hell and so unnecessary. I have slept with her a few times, but since I’ve met Zahara, there is no interest there. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you,” Nikki leans in to try to kiss me, but I push her away. Her face falls at this, but I don’t care.

She was wearing a Polka dit dress which was almost above her knee with black heels. "Sorry" I said shyly "Its okay" she said maintaining her balance "You look great" I said and she blushed "Thanks" she said "Jenny "Alice called " Yeah"she answered "Come help me pick out an outfit"alice shouted "Excuse me" she said and walked away Suddenly Nikki appeared wearing a yellow gown, she followed Jean as I predicted.😋 I'm a good predictor😏 I sat down in the living room waiting for the girls, What exactly do they do in there rooms all day.

They’ve been fooled and I’m in it to win it. When I found Nikki and Jane drinking and dancing on one corner, they were surprised to see me in full glam courtesy of this party’s host. It was just as I expected, they were gagged. I told them how Michiko asked to put me in drag and they were blatant about their jealousy. Especially Nikki who just revealed to me that she also wants to put me in drag. Nikki looked like a knock off version of Harley Quinn and Jane looked hideous with the Annabelle make-up.

“I don’t think you are in the mood to pick out a dress for tonight, so I will do it for you.” Nia riffles through the box and brings out a dress. She comes back and helps Kiara slip it over her head. It is a white silk gown with lace trimmings and long sleeves, simple and innocent, not meant to be provocating in any way. Nia finishes the looks by putting her hair up in a bun held with various hair pins. Simple stones are put in her ears. “I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself before I tell him you are ready. Sit on the bed and wait for him.”

Maybe tonight. I respectfully inclined before the kings and queens in attendance. Were it not for my knowledge of their royal status, they could easily have been mistaken for ordinary individuals. King Nikolas donned a casual ensemble—a loose shirt paired with trousers, his slightly damp hair suggesting recent showering. Queen Aliana mirrored the informality, clad in a short cottage dress, her damp hair indicating a shared showering experience. Queen Lena opted for a more formal look, sporting a blouse with high-waisted pants and securing her hair in a bun. The gravity of her expression tempted a chuckle; she consistently exuded a more serious demeanour than her royal counterparts.

It suggested something fairly casual but, knowing Ellery, that was probably how she’d dress for tea with the queen. Cole settled for jeans and her Boy George T-shirt. Another present from Nik, it was just a stylized eye, very blue, with the familiar slash of a brow, a touch of makeup, and a single colored tear sliding from the corner. She mean, the queen liked Boy George, right? She’d offered him an OBE once. Well, allegedly. She flung her velvet jacket over the top, grabbed her phone, and that was her: ready to go.

He wore Harry Potter's glass which made him stand out from his brothers. "Well, we are the little triple-triple triplet," the ginger-haired guy- Nicky grinned. "It's okay with the introduction," Jasmine clapped her hands dismissively. "Aye mistress," they said in unison dramatically, offering their invisible hats. "Now, let's take you over and make him head over hills," Ricky screeched and dragged her to the chair. Dicky went behind the curtains to retrieve the wedding dress, "I think this white colour would be the best. It's as innocent as she's," he chirped, dancing around with the long dress.