روايات وقصص ضمن Wear My Dress Meet My Gun

I wrap my body with a bathrobe and my hair with a towel. I check the clock, I have 1 hour 45 minutes to get ready. I blow dry my hair then curl it into a loose curl. For the makeup, I decided to do simple easy brown smokey eye makeup. Once I am satisfied with my hair and make-up, I change into my red spaghetti straps v-neck satin dress with slit. I took my knife, hiding it inside my thighs. I then proceed to wear my silver ankle heels, earrings, and a bracelet. Once I’m done, I applied red lipstick to complete my looks. Taking my silver clutch with me, I put my phone and my small gun inside.

Freya I am now wearing a white strap dress and fitted blue jeans. This is the same dress I wore during the pack meeting where Michael introduced me to the pack members of the Crescent Moon pack. I'm wearing this dress back today because I don't have any decent dress, I mean Michael's clothes are decent but we're going to the mall right now so I need to look like a classy woman and not look like a girl who just got up from the bed after a one night stand. To be honest, I'm getting comfortable wearing Michael's clothes but I know that I also need to buy my own clothes and other things that I need. I don't want to keep using Michael's clothes and other things because I don't want him to get ups

"But I want it more that way, though. So, it's a deal?" "Deal," he said without tearing his gaze off me. Chapter 4 Boner I was woken up by my alarm the next morning. Because if I didn’t sound the alarm I’m sure I wouldn’t wake up at the right time. It was more embarrassing for Dianne by chance. My dress is an olive green dress. It's for the shoot, and the wedding is really different. On the shore was already there the organizer, our relatives, groom's men and bride's maids.

I put my phone on the loud speaker before leaving it on the bed. “ You didn’t give me a name you know, where am I supposed to meet you.” I said, shouting. I was already in my closet, looking for an outfit and it was a bit far from the bed so she wouldn’t hear me if I spoke in my normal tone. “ I didn’t? I thought I did you know. Anyways, we’ll be getting your dress from Kika’s Glamour. A friend of mine runs the place so I think it would be better to meet there.” She replied with a small laugh.

At first, I didn’t know what he meant by fancy but I once I saw the outside of this meet up, it all became clear. I wore a black dress that went just below my knees, the top half was a corset like dress which was sheer, while the skirt flared out a tiny bit. I wore black heels while curling my hair at the button. I was trying to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t overthink what’s about to happen, it wasn’t just down to Markus but also worrying if they’ll find out I’m working with Jacob and what they’d do. I take one last look in the mirror at myself, I used as much makeup as I could to hide the cuts and bruises up my face and arms, I looked somewhat like myself I suppose. With a sigh I pick my p

As all was ready, I was ready to face the meeting too. I wear my usual dark blue dress and put on my headwear which is made of silver. Then I take the small knife that is on my bed and carefully tuck it in my right boot. Just then, the doors open, and Duchess Winter walks in. I quickly compose myself as I don't want anyone to know that I am sneaking a weapon into the meeting room. "Any news about the treason?" I ask her. "Nothing at all. Things seem normal." she gives me a thumbs up. "Are you worried?"

I've wanted to have a gun for a long time, I don't know, but I want to have my own gun, but Mama doesn't allow me because it's dangerous to have a gun. "Hey! What am I gonna wear?!" yell of the woman in the bathroom. I got up from my seat, walked over to my closet and grabbed a plain white t-shirt and jogging pants. This is the only thing she can wear. After getting up the clothes, I went outside the bathroom, I knocked on the door. "Here!" I said seriously to Youna. She took out her hand so I reluctantly handed the dress to her before I went back to the study table.

I put on a white shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of black ripped jeans, my favorite white sneakers, a stylish stainless steel necklace, and a pair of dark brown sunglasses. And of course, a little bit of concealer is applied to cover the mole under the tail of my left eyebrow. I hold two cups of ristretto in my hands as I arbitrarily walk down the paved path in the park. As adequate as I am feeling confident with, this dress code is going to tell Jamie, or even everybody else who passes me by, that I am actually here for a meet up with somebody that I am waiting for, who I bought this coffee for, yet hasn’t shown up.

I had good aim so I could see that working out. It was dark and there was a distinct chill in the air that had goosebumps littering the exposed flesh of my arms. I wore a spaghetti strap body con dress that ended mid-thigh and strappy, gladiator-style heels. The look on Gunnar's face when I walked out of the front door was engraved in my head. There was a mixture of emotion lingering behind his eyes. They ranged from pissed off to carnal lust.

“I will get it right with you, how?” She drew out a gun strapped around her thighs in the blue dress she had on. Pulling the trigger just immediately to point it at me, “This how,” she says.