Red Devil Dress Novels & Stories

I protested, feeling a bit awkward, because it was my first time having something like that sitting pretty on my hair. “These beads symbolize being owned by a powerful person, nobody would dare to step on your toes after seeing these beads. It's a warning to your pack bullies!”. She explained, lining my lips carefully. “Thanks for your explanation. I think I'm okay.. I'm not a fan of makeup..I'm good”. “If you say so”. She brought my dress from the bed,it was black gown and a black scarf. “It's weird right?. The DEVIL likes black a lot. Come one. Put it on”. She persuaded and unzipped the dress so I could fit in my petite body.

"This place has definitely seen a fistfight." A bored-looking saleswoman glanced up from her phone. "Can I help you?" "Yes. I need the ugliest dress in this entire establishment. Like... make-it-stop ugly. Like, 'she's not okay' levels. Think fashion felony." The woman blinked slowly. "...We have a clearance rack in the back." Thirty minutes and several horrified gasps later, Deja emerged from the dressing room triumphant. "THIS. Is my villain fit," It was neon yellow, covered in sequins that twitched in the light like they had opinions. The neckline was so low it was practically whispering state secrets. The hem was jagged like it had been attacked by raccoons.

She looked heavenly. But why didn’t she feel beautiful at all? The man she liked didn’t want her. What was the point of getting dolled up for those Mafia men? When the make-up was done, she took the dress prepared for her and put it on despite her reluctance. The dress was a very short sleeveless black leather dress. It was open on the front. There were strings holding the deep plunging neckline together in a zig-zag pattern, exposing parts of her breasts and stomach. The same pattern was on each hip, cascading to the hem of the dress teasingly exposing her milky skin.

Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down, enveloping Eden's face, and her scent wafted up, a potent elixir that sent his senses reeling. Eden's piercing blue eyes, now tinged with a hint of red, flinched as Pearl's hair tickled his nose. His canine teeth began to expand, sharpening into fangs, as his inner demons stirred, their hunger for blood ignited by Pearl's proximity. His iris transformed, shifting from sky blue to a deep, fiery red, a telltale sign of his demonic nature.

It was genius idea I knew and I was proud of myself and could not wait for it to finally play out. After making sure that everything was in order and cleaning up, it was already 3 o'clock and I knew he was going to be here anytime from now so I rushed up to my room and took a very quick shower but not without making sure that I cleaned everything properly and I did not even know why I took extra care like that but I just did . Maybe because I knew anything could happen with Alpha Jax and I chose to be prepared. I had already picked out the outfit I was going to wear and it was a red gown that had a spilt so high up my thighs it was insane. I had gotten it sometime last year for an event put

Chapter 29 I'm nervous. I can't rest here in this room. I walk back and forth as my heart starts racing. Today is the day. This is the first time I will be speaking in front of many people, or should I say…wolves? Today is Alpha Devon's death anniversary. Everything is ready for the event. I am also wearing a white dress for this event. The dress is so elegant on me. It has a fitted bodice that features a high neckline with a dropped shoulder seam above double puffed sleeves. The bodice front is shaped by four darts and the closure is in the front with covered buttons. The back bodice has a center back piece and 2 side back panels. The very full skirt is gathered smoothly into the bodice at

Elena tried them on anyway, emerging to three sets of eyes gone slightly glassy and then, as she turned on her heel, soft with something like reverence. The third dress was a sharp shock of white, bordered in gold, slit up the left leg high enough to make standing up seem dangerous. It was not at all her: ethereal and a bit obscene, its bodice cut to show off her wolf-bite collarbone. Damon whistled. Dev buried his hands in his pockets and stared so intently she nearly giggled. “Too much?” she asked, twisting to see herself from behind. “Too good,” Devin said, even as he looked away.

I struggled to get him off, but fighting in human form has never been a strong point of mine. Before he could do anything to hurt me, a sound reached our ears. Our heads snapped in that direction. Vanya stood where Devrim had stood only moments before. The black dress she wore made her pale skin stand out. The thin straps held the long dress; there was a slit on one side that ended mid-thigh, showing off a good expanse of her toned leg. She had a thin belt around her waist, right beneath her breasts that made them appear bigger. The dress wasn’t tight and the material was thin, which made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Sera swung her legs over the bed, her bare feet sinking into plush carpet. Her whole body ached with bruised pleasure. *Reward or punishment?* she thought gruffly. When she opened the closet, her breath caught. Dangling there was a red dress. Not just any red dress — it was *sin incarnate.* Strapless. Slit up both thighs. Tight enough to be a second skin. It was screaming *owned.* A shiver coursed through her. She didn't have more than one second of hesitation before stripping out of the humongous shirt she had on and slipping into it.

I scrubbed my skin until it was pink, trying to wash off the lingering sensation of ropes and fear. When I walked back into the bedroom, I looked at the dress. It was a weapon. Deep, blood-red silk. It wasn't designed to cover; it was designed to showcase. It dipped dangerously low in the front and vanished entirely in the back. Beside it sat a pair of black stilettos that looked like instruments of torture and a set of lacy black underwear. “Psychopath,” I muttered. But I put it on.