Novel & Cerita The Sword And The Dress

The extravagance of the tent irritated Boro, no one should be sleeping so lavishly on a military campaign. Lady Jesa herself was dressed up to the teeth in finery. Her shimmering light blue dress was tight against her curvaceous body. All along the length of the dress were small cut sapphires and to top it off a huge orange stone lay nuzzled between her breasts. Boro had to stop himself from openly gapping, she was stunning. Boro bowed respectfully to her, after his brief pause, a pause she did not fail to take note of. Her smile widened and she waved him over to her and bid him to sit in the chair next to her.

"No way—terrorists wouldn't roll in like this! Who is she?!" "Relax, this is Santoro turf. These clowns are about to learn the hard way." Jella's fear vanished fast. She lifted her chin, eyes locked on Leo. "Where'd this stray mutt come from? Beat it before I lose my temper. Maybe I'll spare you. You her side piece or something? Guess what—this psycho tried to steal my wedding dress. Pathetic." Leo's eyes dropped to her gown. Something shifted. His whole face went cold. "Oh?"

I noticed that I fell asleep. I stood up and straighten my dress. Anyway, as I said earlier, no one was around and I'm all alone, I won't feel embarrassed. As I shake my clothes to clear the dust off it, I suddenly noticed a sword leaning beside the mahogany cabinet near the living room. We don't have a sword. I don't remember mom nor Hajime have one. When and where did it came from? I walked towards it and examined it with my eyes first. My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it.

She shut her eyes close feeling his giant body over her small ones. " Remove your hands. This is my last warning! " She removed her trembling hands from her wet dress dropping her arms to her sides. Her breathing paused when she felt the sharp cold sword touch her skin. He smirked before shredding her dress using the sword and in a second her dress was on the floor. _______________________________________

Where did she get that? Nevertheless, I liked her outfit. A warrior’s dress which hugs hips perfectly and a slit on the sides, enough to let massive movements and strokes. It has the color of ginger and fewer adornments. Those ties adds up the spice look. “Then don’t cry if you lose,” I muttered as I clashed the sharp-edged sword down her waist which she swiftly blocked.

She was equally beautiful and wore a long, white dress with a long sword embroidered on it. She was mesmerizing and carried herself impressively.

Maddie, Ethan and Ayesha moved forward to the figures. The first impression Maddie had of the Sword Sisters was imperial. She slowly scrutinized them from their Victorian-style gowns complete with corsets, to their wrists decorated with twin bracelets of gold, to their neck which, weirdly was not framed by any hair, to their face, and she yelped in surprise.

Only now, I can see him for the snake he is. The other, is from Jeff, my date. Royal blue, with hard diamonds all around the neck and sleeves. The sleeves are transparent making the diamonds sit on my skin. I pull off my wedding ring and place it on the table. I pick the blue dress. I’m not in the business of giving Adrian what he wants. Not anymore. The neckline reveals less cleavage unlike the red. The red dress had my whole tits outside and I spot Adrian trying to play a dangerous game, but this time, I’m ahead of him.

“Be the predator, not the prey.” I force a sharp exhale and get to work. This is a contract. This is business. I reach into the box and pull out the first piece. My eyes go wide. It’s a smoky-grey slip of a dress—so thin and short it barely qualifies as clothing. It’s the kind of thing an Omega would be forced to wear at a Syndicate auction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I hiss, looking at the lethal cutouts along the ribs and the sheer lack of hemline. Then I look back into the box.

The sheaths of the swords were pitch black, just like the valley before them and there was a Dragon Insignia on the handles of both swords. “Was it a good idea to reject their help?” the woman next to him asked. Her green eyes only briefly took in the image of Dark Valley before she turned to face the one whom she was travelling with. She was beautiful, and the green robe she wore brought out the green in her eyes by a notch. Her majestic aura was in no way inferior to the young man’s. She had a light sword strapped to her waist. Just like her robes and her eyes, the sheath of the sword was nature green, and so was the handle that poked out.