Red Devil Dress Novels & Stories

I spent the night pacing the guest room (I couldn't bring myself to sleep in Julian's bed after the revelation), rehearsing my role. Smile. Dance. Look vulnerable. When the stylist arrived the next afternoon, she brought a rack of gowns, but Julian had already made the choice. It hung on the door of the wardrobe like a second skin. It was a crimson silk gown, backless, with a neckline that plunged dangerously low. It was the kind of dress that started wars. I put it on. I looked in the mirror. The woman staring back wasn't Vivian the librarian. She was Vivian Thorne, the wife of the Devil. The diamond choker glittered at her throat, a leash and a shield all in one.

"Whatever, I'll see you soon." As promised, Rylee arrived a few hours later. We got decked out like we always did for the grand openings. We rarely had a chance to dress up, so whenever a new exhibition was on, we would always go all out. I decided to wear an all-black off-the-shoulder asymmetrical dress. The dress had diamonds embroidered throughout it, making it shine. Rylee, on the other hand, decided to wear a bright red gown. The dress was unique, as it had a cold shoulder design to it, with form-fitting sleeves. The dress was a classic mermaid design with a diamond belt. The dress was both sleek and elegant and suited her perfectly. After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would

It was horrible when someone they thought was dead showed up out of nowhere. Jean wore a vintage strapless dress with a rich Byzantine style, gorgeous and mysterious. The dress had a picture of Jesus crucified by the Pharisees embroidered in golden silk! The name of that dress was -- sin offering. And it was popular all over the Internet at the time. Because that dress was totally different from what Galene had designed in the past. It was solemn, beautiful and powerful! There were many blood-red gems inlaid at the hem and shoulder edge of the dress!

he says as he grabs the laptop from my hands. He flicks through the online dress shop until he lands on a tight red ball gown with a sweetheart neckline. I stare at the dress and shake my head. That dress would cling to my every curve and show far too much cleavage. “I can't wear that.” “The theme is red and black,” Deimos grumbles. “You will wear this one.” Deimos clicks “add to cart” and buys it in a size too small. “That is the wrong size,” I tell him, trying to take the laptop.

As Nuella walked down the stairs, claded in a long black backless dress, her arrival called onto everyone and the scanty yet rich gathering traveled their eyes to her direction. Her brown hair was packed in a bouncy bun while two thick strands framed her face. Devine sipped hard on his juice, suppressing the pinching effect of his muscles as his eyes traveled down her body. Her dress, an armless rope neck dress, revealed a desirable amount of her cleavage to the preying eyes of Devine. The dress hugged her body, sank her waist in, and accentuated the curve of her hips, better than any other dress she had worn. Devine could feel his groin tightened in his trousers. There was no doubt that she

She picked up two dresses, holding them in front of her. "This?" She held out a red-colored dress with a v-neck cut, dangly shiny ropes at the side —that I'd no doubts will jiggle when she walked and had a long-sleeved hand that would obviously fall off the shoulders. It was beautiful. "Or this?" She held out the other dress. It was black and had sprinkles of silver on it, like stardust. It had tiny straps and was cut open at thr side of the stomach. Looking at the dress, I could tell it would stop just almost halfway up her thighs. The dress was exquisite and was simply so Lari– crazy.

Isa was behind me all through grabbing anything I did and offering to do them till she finally gave up and assisted me instead. People started to arrive at the pack house In beautiful attires and cars. Wow, it’s really a big occasion here in Scarlet. I am starting to look odd here so I went in to get dressed. It is really hard to choose from the really hot dresses in front of me. One is a long gold-colored strapless gown with an open that stopped at mid-thigh. The second one is a cream-colored flower design free flawed, dress with a tiny hand that stops right under my kneel and the last one is a black huggy dress that stops right before my knee, I fell in love at the first sight and right th

A few moments later, I checked my phone and told her that we needed either a red, black or cream colored dress. I moved every other color of dress back to my closet, and hanging on the rack were four dresses. Two black, one cream, and then Sage’s dress. She immediately ruled out the cream dress, and began going back and forth between the other three. She ended up nixing the short black strapless dress, and started going back and forth between the other two. If she didn’t choose the red one, Draven was going to have my ass. “The black one is really old, and isn’t that comfortable. That red one has your name all over it,” I said, urging her to look at the red one closer.

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

Crystal chandeliers, silver trays, wolves in suits pretending we weren't one wrong word away from tearing each other apart. Devon had ordered me to "assist." Translation: stand in the corner looking useful while he paraded his perfect future Luna. I wore the dress he'd sent: black leather, backless, hem barely covering my ass. No bra. Thong optional. I'd rolled my eyes when the box arrived, but I put it on anyway. Because screw him. And because I wanted every wolf in that room to choke on the sight.