Tvd Katherine Outfits Novels & Stories

“Why? What’s funny?” “Dad will only kill that poor plant.” Katherine just shrugged and tied a ribbon on it. “What matters is that I come bearing a present.” She rubbed her palms against each other and stood up. “What should I wear to dinner?” Katherine turned to face him. Jan’s mouth dropped open. He thought the dress that she was wearing at that moment was the one she would wear to dinner. “You mean… you’re not dressed yet?” He cocked his head to the side. “Hm.” She nodded with a pout.

After Katherine had finished showering, she walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around her body, standing before the wardrobe and about selecting a night gown to wear, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Who is that?" She asked. "Derrick," he answered. She quickly picked a gown and wore it then quickly went to open the door for him. Derrick walked in and observed her clean body. She looked very sexy in the nightgown she was wearing. The nightgown brought out all her feminine shape. "Please sit, Marshall," she gestured but Derrick walked up to the wardrobe and bent, "your pant." He was now holding her pant. Katherine had forgotten she hadn't wore a pant, while she was hurriedly

Dominic POV I roamed around Katherine and Olivia’s house, grabbing things I thought they would need now that they were almost cleared for release. The doctors had suggested loose-fitting clothes so their casts would fit under them. Finding Katherine some clothes that fit the doctor’s description was daunting since she mostly only wore designer outfits that were too fitted to hide anything underneath. However, when I pulled on Olivia’s closet doors, most of her wardrobe consisted of baggy workout sets or loungewear. I figured Olivia wouldn’t mind if I grabbed some extras for Katherine and stuffed everything in a duffle bag I had brought from my place.

At exactly seven o'clock, a loud rumble echoed down our gravel driveway. I looked out the window to see Katherine pulling up in a shiny, black pickup truck. She looked like she had stepped straight off the cover of a magazine. Her bright blonde hair hung in long, beautiful waves over her shoulders, and her green eyes really popped thanks to the smoky brown eyeshadow she had chosen. She was dressed in tight black pants and a black glittery top that caught the light and sparkled from a mile away.

She closed her eyes for a while to give herself some peace to recover the incomprehensible urge which she felt when Zac was so close to her and the impulse to hug him arose like a storm in her heart. Drawing her face away, she looked toward the other section, which needed her to slide another door next to the one she had already opened. Moving over to that cabinet, she found all the expensive women's dresses hanging. As soon as Katherine touched them, she realised that each and every dress probably cost a fortune. She sucked a breath and grabbed one of the gowns. Bringing it out she moved over to the mirror holding the dress in front of her, admiring herself. "I don't understand why I was re

"Katherine? What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you today." She only smirked, flipping her blonde hair which was curled today over her face and letting some of it cover her eyes a little. Slowly, she unzipped the tiny red dress she was clad in, splaying her hands over Damien's chest and pouting as she tugged on his tie. "Kathie…"

Apart from the fancy clothes what was left in her box were sweats, baggy shirts, short and a few designers nightwear. Hopeless, Katherine left the luggage to her closet. Hoping greatly to find something suitable enough. She ransacked through the rows of her neatly hanged and organized clothes and finally settled for something befitting enough for the interview. Pinning a black belt over the white dress she had on, Katherine swiftly blow-dried and styled her hair, finalizing the outfit with her red and black stilleto heels. She packaged the necessary documents in a folder and head to the door. Flinging it open, she found Yvonne standing in front of her, her hand raised and her fist tightened.

She cursed as she walked towards her bag and picked up her outfit for the day before stomping off to the washroom to prepare for work. "Ouch…she almost broke my neck!" Harris whimpered, as he sat up and stretched his neck after watching Katherine stomp off to the washroom. Katherine reappeared in the room after almost half an hour in a black knee-high skort worn above black net leggings, a black halter strap tank top, and a black knee-high Italian boot. "Wow! You look as sexy as a mafia queen!" Harris exclaimed after ogling at her for over five minutes since she returned to the room.

“…You had no right —” “I don’t need your permission —” “Don’t you dare speak to me like that in my company—” People flinched. A stapler dropped. Someone faked a phone call. Someone else literally escaped to the bathroom. Only one person didn’t hide. Katherine strolled in, wearing his trench coat over a deep green dress and combat boots. Her curls were wild, her eyeliner sharp, and her smirk slightly too wide for 8 AM. She held a croissant in one hand and her tablet in the other, muttering, “Looks like someone’s having a full Monday special.”

he chokes with a red face and when I turn around, I see the faces of all the vamps in my club, including Valentine, who’s pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “Surprise, I guess?” Church chuckles while drinking straight out of a bottle of bourbon. “Fuck, you guys were right, he hates surprises,” Katherine’s voice comes from behind Church and when she steps out dressed in a black Devil’s Void shirt, a pair of tight leather shorts, and Fuck Me heels, I nearly lose it. I haven’t seen her in two weeks, and now just standing there with a light smile on her face causes my undead heart to stutter. Fuck, she’s beautiful, but even more beautiful wearing my club colors.