Santana Lopez Outfits Novels & Stories

Her brown eyes were so enchanting especially because the area around her eyes was darker than her skin…it just gave her a very sexy vibe, unlike her cute appearance that I was used to. Her outfit was so unlike her, she usually only wore cute, short, and bright-colored gowns. Now she was wearing ripped, black jeans and denim jackets with a black, see-through, turtleneck, blouse inside. I glared at Sapphire and caught her holding back her laughter because she knew I was aware that she was responsible for dressing Kayla in a way she knew would distract me.

ADRIANA Somehow, when I dress myself in the scandalous jumpsuit Santiago has picked for me, I find a bit of myself again when I look in the mirror. I lost a lot of weight but the fabric hugs every remaining curve, shows a great deal of my back, the burgundy color seems to make my eyes burn brighter and the tattoo on my back more vibrant. It’s like a reminder that somewhere between the wreckage there’s still the girl I used to be. When I rummage through the jewelry Santiago bought me I can’t help but chuckle when I spot the big and heavy golden chained bracelets. The irony just too much to ignore.

Her long, luscious red locks were pulled up into a high ponytail. Baltasar was dressed casually in a white t-shirt that had a lion logo on the chest pocket, dark blue jeans, and white pumas. Kyra was sporting a yellow tube top with gold swirl designs on it that came down above her navel. She completed the outfit with a matching pair of Capri pants and flat sole, gold thonged sandals.

When they call Blake’s name he gets up and holds out his hand for me to get up. I take his hand and we head into her office. Dr Santos. Isabel Santos. She looks to be in her late thirties’ early forties. She’s got dark hair tied tightly into a bun. Her brown eyes were soft and welcoming. She’s wearing a loose-fitting grey dress her white Christian Louboutin’s I’d spot a mile away. I had the exact same pair in the back of my closet. “Miss Harvey I’m glad you could make it.” she smiles warmly.

Charlotte dreamed up the crazy schemes, I went along for the ride and Santiago did his best to keep us out of the hospital or the inside of a jail cell. I picked up the black dress, shorts and a pair of slutty lingerie. Were we partying or hooking up? When I donned the dress and the shorts that kept me from flashing everyone my Honeypot when I walked, I admitted that I looked damn sexy. But Char knew what she was doing when it came to clothes. I put my face on, picked up my favorite purse and headed out of my room just as I heard the doorbell ring. The door opened and Santiago entered our modest two bedroom apartment looking like a wet dream come to life.

I answered, but it was clear they weren't listening to me because they suddenly dragged me to the fitting room, and before I knew it, I was trying on various clothes—short shorts, crop tops, leather jackets, rubber shoes, sandals, boots, and high heels, among others. "Wait--" We were about to leave the boutique when Selena suddenly stopped us. Now what?! What does this woman want to do now? I'm starting to get irritated. I glared at her and was about to ask her when she smiled at me. "I think you need a change of clothes, right, girls?" She looked at Ariana and Samantha. They both looked at me from head to toe and nodded in agreement. I'm just wearing my PJs and slippers, so it's no wonder p

The back was cut out neatly to the hips, accentuating the figure of her silhouette perfectly. “It's beautiful. How about that one?” I asked, pointing to a black-colored midi that hung on her arm. The girl nodded in obedience, undressing and dressing Solana again. Turning her this way and that, all while my cock grew harder, Solana's silent submission turning me on as much as inspecting her naked body did. Fuck. Once she'd gone through the rest of the new dresses, the girl packed them back up and left us again. “What are we doing?” Lana asked in a whisper. She stood before me now in nothing but her panties and short wedges, her hands folded over her breasts, the sexual tension that hung thick

Dante POV The moment Luna walks in, my heart nearly stops. Holy shit. My eyes widen, almost popping out of my head as I take in the sight of her. She’s wearing a red bodycon dress that clings to every curve, her entire presence electrifying the room. Sasha smirks, clearly pleased with the reaction. “We did a makeover on her,” she says before leaving us alone. Luna walks over to Justin, looking absolutely stunning, but he barely notices. He’s glued to his phone, his attention elsewhere.

(Lana’s POV) I step out of Carter’s black SUV and the cameras explode. The dress I chose is blood-red, tight as sin, slit high enough that every step flashes thigh. My hair is loose and wild, lips painted the same red as the dress. I look like trouble. I feel like it too. Carter offers his arm, charming smile in place. “You ready to make them choke on their headlines?” I take his arm, chin high. “Let’s give them something new to talk about.”

On the day of the premiere, Julie sent someone to pick Selena up. Selena was wearing a simple dark purple dress that outlined her exquisite figure. She looked so charming that people could not take their eyes off her. When Selena became popular, she wore a dark green dress, but today, she chose a dark purple dress, which was different from last time. However, the style of the dress was the same as her character’s. It was an appropriate choice. Julie praised her repeatedly when she saw Selena. “You’re stunning! I’ve never seen anyone wear this style better than you can!”