The Devil Wears Prada Novels & Stories

Emma said. “See you later,” he told her before he left. Emma took her mug into the bathroom and placed it on the counter, taking a small sip of it. It tasted better than any other coffee she ever had. She knew it was just because she had been depraved of all tastes for weeks. At the moment, instant coffee would have tasted divine. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the box. Inside there was an assortment of makeup, black stiletto heels and a blood red dress. The model reminded her of the dress she had worn when she met Walker for the first time. But this was not as high quality, at least it would cover all the important parts. There was a thong at the bottom of the box, the same col

“What did you think will happen when you make a deal with the devil?” Zara gasped and wondered how he knew. “I am not stupid. I know very well how one mates with more than one mate at a time. You will regret the day you tried to make a fool out of me,” Prince Deacon whispered before forcefully ripping her dress off her, followed by her undergarments. Prince Deacon left his shirt on and only unfastens his pants. Zara stood with her hands over her breast and her legs crossed, too shameful to look up.

Thaddeus offered her a chair while he sat on the edge of his desk and appraised her cursorily. She was a pretty-looking woman, looked to be in her early twenties if he were to take a guess. His eyes went from her jutting bosom to admiring her legs sticking out of her conservative-type flower dress. Thad sensed supple beauty hidden underneath her dress; it was like she was doing whatever she could not to show it off. Her hair was chestnut-blonde; her makeup subtle. Thaddeus didn't sport any ring on her finger, but sometimes you just never know. She sat with a fidgety wariness while waiting for him to say something.

Anna and Devora grabbed the dresses and immediately hid behind the arena wall. "Game! We're ready!" Devora shouted, while her hands are on her waist. They were already wearing dresses that further elevated their beauty. Devora is wearing a yellow mini dress and Anna is wearing a blue floral print dress. They look like flowers on the top of the mountain that the moon and sun can't help but stare at them.

Tessa! "Wait... that's a—" Peter interrupts. "Omg! IKI! It's...The Devil Wears Prada!!!" He jumps from the seat. "Yess!!" I throw my arms. "We won!" I dance a bit on the bus floor and then notice Tristian's eyes on me, so I stop immediately and settle on my seat.

She dried off and wrapped herself in a fluffy robe then padded to the chest of drawers in the bedroom. Meredith pulled out a delicate matching lace La Pearla set that Brayden had picked out. It was silk lace designs over off white cups and sheer panties with a cheeky scalloped back and lace in all the right places. When she had tried the bra on in the store it made her feel like a devilish angel. She hung her robe up then hooked her bra into place, adjusting the cups a little and then stepped into the panties. She definitely felt like a devilish angel wearing the set.

This one suits me better. The previous dress makes me look like a doll but this one gives off a more mature and ladylike aura. Less crowded as well which set off an elegant look. I look really elegant and hot. But, I have to be careful. The upper part is a bit see-through. I have to wear something black before I put this dress on. After I’m done, I take the dress off and put my clothes back. I walk out from the fitting room. “How is it?” She asks.

But then something made him look up and across the courtyard and his feet slowed down without asking his brain for permission. She was standing near the English block entrance talking to another girl, laughing at something, her head tilted slightly to one side the way it had been when she was looking at her phone outside his yard. She was in uniform now, the same uniform everyone wore but some how she wore it like herself, like she hadn't let the uniform decide anything about who she was today. The yellow sundress was gone. But the smile was exactly the same. It's her. The girl from the timber yard. The white Mercedes. The girl who took the wrong turn on Delaney Road.

“Your navy suits are prepared.” “When are my suits not prepared, Renata?” That apparently counted as humor because one of her assistants looked alarmed while Renata almost smiled. The dress was stunning. I stood in front of the mirror that evening staring at myself longer than I meant to. It is midnight blue silk, structured perfectly at the waist before falling straight to the floor. It looks so elegant even without trying too hard. The kind of dress that belonged in rooms full of old money and quiet power. I’d done my own makeup and hair because I needed at least one thing tonight to still feel like mine.

Poison? God... this entire plan is so stupid! I probably look ridiculous sitting here alone like some desperate hooker from a cheap movie scene. My cheeks burn as I glance down at myself... The dress definitely isn’t helping! It’s black, tiny and sinful... The neckline plunges low enough to expose an alarming amount of cleavage while the hem barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Thin straps cling to my shoulders and the tight material hugs every curve of my body like a second skin...