Veronica Sawyer Heathers Costume Novels & Stories

She never liked to remember that part of her past. Edward had been expecting a whipping rejoinder from her, but he was surprised at her outburst. However, before he could respond, a shrill, unmistakable voice cut through the room like shattered glass. “Darling!” There was Veronica in an outfit that did not fit the event. She was in pointy stilettos and a scandalous velvet dress that screamed desperation. She stormed in like a woman with a vendetta, and she did come with one, eyes locked on Sarah.

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

So, she was going to have him. Forming a plan in her mind, she stripped herself of her clothes and replaced them with her favourite black lace bra and panties. Veronica slipped a large coat over it and put her feet into a pair of her favourite black stilettos. She then freshened up her make up to accentuate her features.

"I don't want to! I just like you. I don't want to see orchids with other boys. Ambrose, please go with me. Just this time, okay?" Veron shook Ambrose's arm gently as she spoke and acted like a spoiled child. Ambrose's head was in a mess. Then, when he was thinking about how to refuse, the room door not far away opened, and Heather slowly walked out. At that time, Heather was no longer dressed like a Sea Mackie but in a traditional dress of the Nine Mainland. She wore a long white dress flowing in the wind and was as beautiful as a fairy. "Heather!" Seeing Heather come out of her room, Ambrose seemed to have grasped his chance at finally escaping Veron. He shouted happily and walked up to He

After 30 minutes of struggle Veronica finally adorned the dress and she looked like a queen. Lilac coloured dress with glittered net all over it looked like a dream. It was an off shoulder with invisible straps to only hold the dress up. Her breasts fitted into the cups as if they were only meant for her. Her small waist tightened into thin and her bare arms showing skin. Toe length dress was something made for fairies and it didn't even look real. When Veronica stepped out of the dressing room and stepped in front of Reynold, his eyes became wide and glittered shone into them. He couldn't believe that Veronica could really look like an angel. She was very much pretty but discovering another

Heather finally surrendered with her both hands. Kiara glanced at Heather's outfit with a raised eyebrow. Heather was dressed in a form fitted black that hugged her slender figure in all the right places and because of how tall she was, the dress seemed very short on her and to top it all up, she was wearing high heels and her fiery red hair was let down colliding with her fiery red lips and full face of makeup. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were dressing to impress someone, Heather." Kiara chucked and said.

No amount of distance between us could make me forget Victor's existence. When I was done preparing Heather, I took a step back to eye my masterpiece. I had dressed her in a red off the shoulder top that shaped her perfect hour glass figure and a black skinny jeans that had been ripped throughout. Under the jeans I had to practically force her to wear a pair of fishnet tights. This was way out of her comfort zone but she pulled it off better than I ever could. Her short blonde hair was styled in waves that framed her heart-shaped face and smoky eyeshadow brought out her moon like orbs.

I strained my ears to listen, and as the voice drew closer, I panicked. “I can’t believe this,” A sophisticated voice shrieked. When her frame came into view following Prince Draven closely behind, I pulled the duvet even higher until it was touching my chin. “I can’t believe you let an omega sleep in your bed!” Heather Yvette Teagan. It wasn’t hard to recognize her, she fits perfectly into the description of her that I’d read in books. Beautiful, voluptuous with well rounded hips and breasts poking out of her velvet v-neck cut dress and the shawl on her neck barely hiding it. She had extremely tiny waist to accentuate her figure, long legs that were made even longer with her five-inch expen

Rose *** Doesn’t she look pretty this morning.*** I mind linked Alaric as I scooted over in the cracked pleather booth to make room for Heather to sit by me. Heather had her platinum blonde hair pulled back in a low ponytail and was wearing a simple blue sundress with a chunky cream sweater thrown on top of it. Heather slipped into the booth beside me and immediately picked up the menu. We all knew the menu by heart, but she still took the time to look it over.

But David was ready to take the risk by selling it just to save his daughter. “Is everything okay?” asked Veronica, who had just come into the mansion. She was wearing her purple dress fitted to her body and had a feather on her right shoulder. She also had a small hat in her hair that was for design only. She pulled out her fan that she always brought wherever she went from his branded handbag. Anyone could immediately tell Veronica that she was rich because she never wore cheap clothes. Even the way she walked was like royalty who cannot bend her knees. “Yes, madam.” A man who was the manager of the resort came to Veronica's side.