Red Devil Dress Novels & Stories

That aside, why was Devlin here with a dress looking like nothing happened between us? “Elora,” he called out to my attention, gently replacing the devil he showed me before with an angelic side. I looked up to his face, only for me to stare at him in awe. He was dressed in fine attire. A pair of leather jackets, coupled with a silk shirt and tailored pants. The shirt was tucked in nicely into his pants giving him an alluring feature. His dark silk hair was combed to the side while his deep blue eyes stared back at mine, filled with desire and lust. His appearance alone was giving me a tempting impression sinking me in when I quickly shook my head to shrug away the feeling.

she gushed. "So we can have our date here later today. I'll tell Mama Rose to prepare some popcorn. Just let me know what you want to watch." She squealed. "I can't wait!" They lazed around until evening. Faith insisted on doing everything perfectly so she kicked Devlin out of the room so she could dress up. He was to dress up in a different room. First, faith picked out a dress for herself, a short velvet dress that ruffled and clinched at her waist. She paired it with a pair of cute white platform heels she'd recently purchased.

But the reality of her situation soon returned, and she quickly washed, determined not to linger. When she stepped out, she saw the dress laid out for her. It was a deep crimson, made of soft, flowing fabric that felt luxurious against her skin. She put it on, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. She was dressing up for the man who had imprisoned her, and the thought made her sick.

Or tomorrow morning. "Hurry up!" Someone yells prompting me to move. I grab the first dress I can reach and hold it out. It's a white layered skater dress with thin straps. The tag is still on and my mouth drops open at the price. Could Papa's debt be paid off if I sold two or three of these? "Why are you taking so long?" Alma asks walking in. "I was looking for underwear" The lie rolls off my tongue easily. Both Alma and Ines look younger than Susana so they don't scare me as much.

ZARYA ROGOV The things he demands from me, I obviously go against them. Obeying him meant bowing down to Satan. I stared at my dress in the mirror. The dress was deep wine-red in color. It had a square neckline and thick shoulder straps, giving it an elegant yet structured look. The bodice was fitted, while the skirt flared out into a voluminous A-line silhouette. The fabric was velvet, which enhanced the dress's color. I let my hair down and put on a little makeup because I wasn't so enthusiastic about this event.

“What did you say again, Diana? What was that man doing when you both saw him here?” “He had the dress in his arms,” Devon answered instead as he saw that his sister still hadn’t recovered yet from the shock of what happened. “We both saw he was about to jump out the window with the dress still in his arms.” I frowned. The dress? What made the Black Claw get interested in my wedding dress? It made no sense to me. But then I looked again at the dead body on the floor and noticed something about the jacket he was wearing. He was also wearing clothing that had the same black thread as my wedding dress. My heart sank, realizing that the seamstress who must have worked on that dress was also a me

She shut the phone off in my face. I went back up the stairs and prepared for the date. I didn't know how classy he wanted me to dress, but I sure went all out. It was a deep v-cut dress that exposed my upper body, it was lacy and see-through too. It was a high split that stopped at the top of my thigh, it was also like a mermaid dress. I wore black pumps a black purse and silver jewelry. I did a heavy makeup look that matched. It was my revenge dress, absolutely stunning.

She was seated on one of the chairs, one of her legs crossed over the other as she flipped through a book that she must've gotten from either the library, or from one of the shelves in Nightshade's office. Devina looked…just fine. She looked perfect even, and her skin was glowing as if she just came back from a massage or something like that. She had a small smile on her face, and I raked my eyes down her body as discreetly as I could The outfit she was wearing was new — I could tell. It was a plain black gown that was above her knee, right where she had a birth mark on her thigh. The gown hugged her body really well, and the neck line was cut in a V-shape pretty lowly. Her cleavage was very

He’s a family friend, he knows we need to keep everything under wraps till after the church ceremony, that’s why we asked him to marry us. I knock and open the door, I see my dad standing close to the judge. Carlos is sitting in one of the chairs, tapping his foot. I greet them and look over to the window and see her, how can a woman look that gorgeous only to be so evil. She’s wearing a simple White Teardrop Bodycon, one shoulder, Midi dress. The shoulder that has the teardrop cut out is covered in diamantes that run all the way along the straps that go over her shoulder and down to the back of the dress. Its figure hugging, with a long slit along the left side of the dress that stops by he

I stared at it in shock. I’m no skinny fit and this dress was …awful! “It’s a fetish dress,” drawled St Just, his eyes narrow as he took in my expression of horror when I saw it lying on the bed. For the black dress reached mid-thigh, clinging to my body, and it was barely there! A mini dress with spaghetti straps, it had a sheer midriff, exposing my body to eh world! The decorations on the dress were weird, made of cord and metal rings and I had an unpleasant idea how they would be put to use.