Pulp Fiction Couples Costume Novels & Stories

It was a tube style and behind her gown was a huge white ribbon, which made it cuter behind. “You look like a model,” she commented. Well, he was wearing that simple black and white suit with a huge cut on his chest, the reason why his broad chest can easily be seen. “It's styled like this,” he uttered. That broad chest would probably attract every woman at the party. “Let's go. We don't want to be late,” she said and held his hand as they went outside. They were all on their way at the party. Everyone was arriving gradually. The party was all prepared and organized. The biggest Mafia bosses together with their clans are arriving, wearing their expensive looks.

I was just a stepping stone. "Ooh, she's got a temper," Scarface taunted. He then deliberately tipped his glass, drenching the front of my designer gown in whiskey. "There. Now you look the part." The others roared with laughter. One of them grabbed the back of my dress, the fabric straining. I struggled, but I was hopelessly outnumbered. "That's enough!" A sharp voice cut through the jeers. Marco and Sofia emerged from the apartment. They were impeccably dressed in custom formalwear, the picture of a happy couple. The sapphire necklace glittered at Sofia's throat, a deep blue mocking me.

Both wives were stunning—both bare foot and naked, except for their flimsy short nightdresses and their panties underneath. Molly's old nightdress was a faded pink. Erlinda was wearing a tattered faded yellow nightdress. Molly looked so vulnerable, almost like an innocent sweet little girl in her old pink nightdress that had seen better days. Mrs. Iglesias looked like what she was, a strong willed stocky sullen little Asian female standing there in her tattered yellow gown. Although it was supposed to be in fun, everyone knew this little set-to had the possibility of turning very wild.

He was bristling with joy. Penny was wearing a crimson gown that pooled at her ankles. Its long sleeves tapered off towards the end. With her hair pinned up, the skin of her neck reflected the shine from the large diamond earrings she was wearing. Ludwig looked just as handsome as ever. He was wearing brown leather pants with a white shirt.

I doubted therenwss anyone who wanted to hear what she was speaking about, because as far as we were both concerned, they weren't interested. "Shut up." I told her. This would have been the best time to walk away, but fuck if I knew where I was going. Both the males and females were dressed in steampunk pantaloons, the males wearing the kind of shirt that Marcus occasionally wore while the females wore all types of tops, majority had their breasts exposed, the males stealing glances every so often.

They were joined by Pelli and one of his friends from Bellum Aeterna. And although the four of them stood on a beautiful beach, none wore swimsuits. In fact, they were dressed in their regular street clothes. Eva wore her typical black long coat while Miko wore her light blue and grey ensemble. Pelli wore earthy dark browns with some brass accents. His friend, like Miko, wore clothes that were more youthful and filled with color. Eva walked over to Pelli and leaned on him lightly. “Thanks for bringing Pio,” she said. “I think he and Miko could get along.”

Palin rolled his eyes and smirked at me before standing up and opening the door for my mates. “My Kings,” Palin says in greeting. “Gentleman Palin. Your mate is wearing a hole in my carpet in the hallway and is annoying us. See to him and calm him down.” Py told him. I looked at my mates and groaned.Why do they have to look so hot? Ox was dressed in a white tux that had small black stripes and Py was dressed in a black tux with small gold stripes. The suits hugged their gorgeous frames like a second skin.

Gisella and Gunner stayed back and continue their flirting. Cillian and I stroll to a group of gorgeous ladies, all dressed in elaborately bejeweled dresses of the most stunning shades of blue. Dark blue, baby blue, sky blue, glittery blue, green blue, anything blue. I’m guessing, just like me, they want to pay homage to the Blue Blood Pack, hence the blue gowns.

I just wanted this whole drama with Ricardo to end, to find peace in the midst of this uncertainty. I wanted peace again, and I wanted things to go back to the way they were before Aiden Blackwood and Ricardo Gambino and the entire mafia world. As I stood near the bathroom door, I heard the soft murmur of approaching voices. Moments later, the door swung open, and two women burst in, chatting and laughing. Their sophisticated dresses were adorned with strings of pearl and necklaces of diamond and rubies. Every fabric on them looked like it cost a fortune, and I couldn't help but feel out of place in their glamorous presence. I immediately felt underdressed.

The queen was of course majestic and beautiful in a regal way. Dressed in dark purple, the finest of it all. Her husband, Thapelo, dressed in a dress coat, embroidered beautifully to stop just above his ankles. Inside had silk pants that were of the finest material. It was like stepping right into a Victorian-era world. “Hey dad, hey mom, how are you people.”