Mia Wallace Pulp Fiction Costume Novels & Stories

The living room had artistic wolf paintings on the walls, beautifying the space, as I walked in slowly, my eyes taking in the exquisite portraits in front of me. As I stood admiring the portrait, Vivian's voice cut through the silence in this exquisite mansion. She wore a red shift dress with a beautiful cross-front design and a pair of black slippers. "Hey, Mia! I wasn't expecting to see you here!" Vivian rushed downstairs, wrapping me in a warm hug. As I looked at the stairs, I was stunned at the sight that beheld me. Dr. John Adams was wearing only a white tank top and black shorts.

Really, Men will do anything for a tight pussy. There was no way she could check the man out to know if he was dangerous. He had used an alias on the website obviously. “We have to get you ready for tonight,” Ella said excitedly. “I could wear my floral gown, it doesn’t look bad,” Stacey said and smiled. “You will not wear anything from your garbage of a wardrobe. For fifty thousand dollars, you pull something out of Ella’s bag. Bring that ass over here, it’s time to clothe it in the glory it deserves”

How could it be a year when he was only with Zia for half a year? "What do you mean, Mavis, can you speak clearly!?" he barks, making Mavis take a step back in fear of his temper. "It was not Lexie's clothes, Mr. Wright. It's Miss Ellen's things inside the closet" Mavis courageously explains. Hearing what the woman said, he rushed to the walk-in closet and opened the cabinet. Rummaging inside he checks each hanged clothes, even the drawers where all the lingerie were all arranged. All were Ellen's things, untouched.

His dress sense was just as impeccable as his looks, but today…today looked different, different in a good way. A way that quickly caught Noelle's attention, rendering her speechless. His clothes today were much like the usual, Coincidentally, a white three piece, expensive looking suit, decorated with golden chains and buttons. Perhaps, it was the fact that she was seeing him in white, for the first time ever, or the fact that his hair was a different perm than usual, that caught her attention and brought about the sudden flutter in her chest. “You…you look decently handsome, Wallace.” The words had rolled right off her tongue before she could stop them. But Noelle showed no sign of regret