Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

She possessed a petite figure that naturally drew men to her. Her dress was a blood-red slip of fabric, tight enough to look painted on. It clung to her breasts, revealing a deep, reckless V-line that looked like one wrong shift would send her cleavage spilling out. The material hugged her hips and stretched over her small, round ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Kael's eyes narrowed. Rea put on the tunic. The grayish fabric flowed down her body, reaching mid-thigh, its gentle fall tracing her movements. It wasn't revealing. It wasn't flashy. And yet... Kael felt every predatory instinct in him stir again. Her natural presence and the timeless memories woven into the clothes gave her something strangely sacred.

The upper half of her short bob was up in a bun and she grinned at me, revealing her long canines. “Wow, look at that hair!” She exclaimed and almost dropped the tray she was carrying. I quickly took it from her and set it on the coffee table by the couch. There was also a pile of clothes. I saw a black bra and matching panties, a red, long-sleeved shirt with black lace on it, and a black leather skirt. I frowned at the clothes and turned to Olivia. “What’s this?” I asked. Olivia shrugged and held up the shirt over my chest.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

"Ma'am, shouldn't we head back to your condo? Sir Karious seems to be growing impatient," Carlos inquired. I paid little attention to Carlos's remark, my focus fixated on the clothes before me. Hmm, what could be better? What should I reveal? Should it be the back, shoulders, cleavage, stomach, or thighs? I should wear a striking dress for the day where I will reveal Veronica's hidden secrets. It should be my revenge dress. But anyway, I'm not doing revenge, so I wonder what the correct word is to call it? Should I call it...truth revelation dress? I chuckled to myself.

I’d started dressing more and more provocatively each week too, with short-shorts or leggings that ran mesh panels right up to the crotch and backless crop tops that didn’t exactly hide my non-sports bras. Today I had dressed in a dusky pink bralet that was all lace and promises, peeking through the sheer ivory of my vest. My belly button piercing shone from under the knotted top and all that bare flesh enticed looks. Against my raven-dark hair, which I wore long and loose, the contrast of my clothing’s light shades looked almost virginal. I loved the contradiction that those alluring, revealing wisps of fabric I wore - which were barely holding me in - were designed in such girly, innocent

The upper part of the dress was adorned with stones, and it also revealed my Cleavage which was sure to attract the eyes of men. "Are you alright dear? You aren't saying anything, come out." The lady knocked so I could be aware that she was asking me to come out. "I'm too ashamed to come out." "Is it that bad?" The maid asked and I sighed. I had never worn such revealing clothes before, and I was scared of what they would think about the dress." "Come out and if something is wrong with the dress, we can fix it but this is what the Alpha ordered you to wear."

Tonight would be no different. I dug through my closet until I found the perfect weapon. A nightgown, long enough to whisper modesty, but sheer enough to betray every secret beneath it. The fabric was almost transparent, flirting with shadows and light. The front plunged daringly low, revealing just enough to keep a man’s imagination gasping. The back dipped away completely, bare skin left vulnerable, exposed, irresistible. It was the kind of dress that spoke without words. Come closer, touch me, fuck me.

Okay, just wear the clothes inside and he will let me out. I slowly walked toward the table, keeping my eyes locked on the blinking lens of the camera and ​set the crystal bottle down. My hands trembled as I pulled the satin ribbon and lifted the lid of the black box. ​Buried beneath layers of white tissue paper was a fabric. ​I lifted it out, expecting a formal gown or a casual dress, but instead, the fabric caught the light, shimmering with thousands of tiny, embedded crystals. My eyes widened. It wasn't a dress at all. It was a daringly cut piece of lingerie masquerading as a mini dress. It was completely backless, with a plunging neckline and panels of translucent lace that left absolute

Were they planning to win us over with clothes and food? I rummaged through the clothes for at least 15 minutes or more before a frustrated sigh escaped through my lips. Although they were the trending fashion style, almost all these clothes were too revealing or short. Not that I mind short clothes or anything but when you’re living in a household full of blood-thirsty, most likely horny vampires then yes, yes I do mind. With a soft grumble, I grabbed a white, ripped, high-waist short with a light pink tank top and white cardigan, finally giving in. I decided that the knit cardigan was just to conceal my arms. As soon as I was done, I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. I was relieved