Until Dawn Ashley Outfit Novels & Stories

Remembering Asher's instructions, I hurried to the bathroom to wash my face and mouth before returning to the closet to select my clothes. I sighed in relief when I saw a gym outfit among the clothes Wyatt had ordered his guard to deliver in the afternoon, and I put on a black gym outfit. After putting on my clothes, I put on my track shoes and ran out of the hostel; all my actions were extremely fast. "9 minutes," Asher commented, staring at his watch. "Not bad," Asher commented with a wicked smirk. I sighed in relief and packed my hair in a bun as I made my way toward Asher, the cold Wyatt, and the detached Oswald. The three were all in their gym outfits.

Her hands shook and her heart trembled, and despite the haywire in his mind, all she could ever utter out was the name of someone who was no more: “Xavier…” THE NIGHT darkened, and for sure would be long. Adeline stirred. The relief from her deep sleep almost made her feel comfortable, but the jiggles of metals had her jolting awake. Her eyes met the familiar layout of a ceiling, causing a furrow in between her brows. How cruel. Locking her in her own pack's cell—well played. "L—Lady Adeline?" a timid voice sounded from nowhere. Adeline craned her neck and narrowed her eyes to find the source, until the lingering echo drowned under the consecutive sound of chains.

What in the world was she thinking? After taking a deep breath, Ashly walks up to the doorman and tells him she's there to see Alex Branson, like she was instructed to do. The doorman looks her up and down in distaste, then looks down at her list before reluctantly letting her through. And Ashly has to clench her fist to not slap the sneer off his face. Ashly may no longer have the body or the wardrobe she used to or would like to have, but she just knows she looks good in her fitted black trousers and oversized purple wool sweater. She even put on some subtle but elegant make-up and styled her hair a bit.

Since trying to hold himself back didn't work, he finally resorted to getting this off his mind since he wasn't someone who liked being disturbed by something. Asher advanced toward the door but stopped when he opened it and found Ashley walking out of her room fully dressed. "Where are you headed?" He asked after he checked her out briefly. "Oh... You're here? I was on my way to your room. I need to step outside briefly. I'll be back," Ashley said to him as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She was looking as stunning as always in the short purple gown she was wearing, she had little or no makeup on her face, and her shiny hair was falling freely down her shoulders with some curls at the

“Trust me, it’ll look perfect. Now, get dressed!” I slipped into the dress, which, to my surprise, fit like a glove. The fabric was soft and stretchy, hugging my curves in a way that wasn’t too uncomfortable. I still felt a little self-conscious, but I wasn’t going to fight Alison on this. She was determined to make tonight fun, and I could use a distraction. As I was adjusting the straps, Ashley walked into the room. I turned to greet her but froze when I caught sight of her expression. Her usually bright and cheerful demeanor was gone, replaced with a somber look that made my heart sink.

Chapter Forty-nine: In Asher's Condo Asher walked out of his bedroom wearing a white singlet and a pair of jeans. The aroma drifting from the kitchen immediately caught his attention. He followed the delicious scent like a moth to a flame. “Good morning.” Alissa stood by the stove with a bright smile. She wore an oversized oxblood Henley shirt that she had borrowed from him, the hem falling to her thighs. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail, and an apron was wrapped around her waist.

While I trusted Breyona to do most of my make-up, I wasn’t completely incapable. I dug through one of the closets in Alpha Asher’s bedroom. He had all of my clothes moved into his room, and had my stomach twisting at the thought hours after. I slipped on a tight black dress. It reached around mid-thigh, but covered all of my bits nicely. The neckline dipped down my chest, showing the barest hint of cleavage. Perfect to wear to a club, but also give me some sense of security. I curled my hair lightly, letting it fall down my back in thick waves of obsidian. I slipped on a pair of medium length heels, long enough to poke an eye out if need be. Once I finally came downstairs, Alpha Asher and Al

Love, Mom Ashley’s POV: Laying the note on the table next to me, I pull out a royal purple velvet floor-length gown with a plunging sweetheart neckline. “Please, tell me you’re wearing that to dinner tonight,” Michael gaped “Alpha, I think you dropped your jaw on the floor.” “You should hurry up and get ready we are leaving in an hour.” The drive felt like forever. I watched as the lights of the pack town fell behind the tree line as we approached a dock with a small vintage white steamboat.

Then, from outside the bedroom, Josh’s voice floated through the air. “Everything okay in there?” Ashley cracked the door open, her face peeking out, cheeks flushed and damp hair sticking to her neck. “Do you... by any chance, have a spare T-shirt? Oversized?” There was a pause, then a small laugh. “You mean, after swearing up and down that you'd never wear my clothes even in a global apocalypse?” Ashley narrowed her eyes. “I packed a whole suitcase of Korean snacks instead of clothes. I’m allowed to revise my principles.”

I did what I do every day and then went to the pack house. But this time as I was going there I noticed a figure outside. I ran there and found Ashley all curled up in a corner. “Are you okay?” I asked her and she looked up. I touched her but she was cold as ice and not to forget what she was wearing. She was wearing a short satin night dress that hardly covered her or was warm. “Wait, did you sleep here all night?” I asked her. The bags under her eyes tell me that she didn’t even blink a wink.