Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

"I plan on wearing this figure-hugging, low-cut green dress that I have been saving for a special occasion." I playfully held it up to my body as I answered her question. "Sounds like you're going to be wearing a nice little fuck-me dress tonight." Scarlett laughed as she finished her sentence. "Well, I don't plan on getting fucked tonight! Especially not by some dirty big-dick stripper!" I sternly replied through the phone.

It was a problem, I don't even knew how to use this thing. Gabe collected the gun and tucked it in a gun purse that was behind my pants. I didn't realize it was there until he put it in. He told me my dress was bullet proof so I should try as much as possible not to get shot in the head. "Was that supposed to scare me?" I asked him and scoffed. "I'll be fine, trust me." He tapped my shoulder and gave me a heads-up. I smiled and got ready for whatever was to come.

After freshenjnh up, I asked that one of them go down to inform Gunner tahg j was dressing up for the gown testing. Tye girls presented a silk body hug but not tight dress that clung to my body in a secy drawl alongside a scarf which I hung lazily on my arm coupled with a pair of sunglasses and a hat. After dressing me up, I was led out of the room by the maids and I met Gunner waiting by my door and soon as his eyes meet mine he smiled. A smile that made my heart flutter, if only h wasn’t gay then maybe all this would have been easier and bearable.

I knew I should, I just didn’t know how, and I wasn’t ready yet. I just smiled and nodded so Adrian wouldn’t worry much. *** I glanced in my mirror for the last time. I ran my hands through my dress, checking how much it suited my body. I smiled. I was satisfied by how it hugged my body. I usually wore suits and slacks, but today, I chose to go for a fitted red dress. It was a fitted dress with puff sleeves to hide my gunshot wounds that were still healing. I paired my dress with my 4-inch heels only.

I have too much on my mind. I settle for a spaghetti-strapped red dress that stops a few inches below my thighs and the black heels they got me for the funeral. I hadn't packed the dress intentionally—Dylan had somehow found a way of sneaking it into my bag despite my continuous protests. Who'd have thought the dress would come in handy? It's backless, cinched around my waist like an invisible corset, emphasizing every inch of my curves. Looking in the mirror makes me want to fish through my bag and pull out a hoodie and jeans, but I have to hold back. This is definitely proper attire for a club. Wearing a hoodie would just make me stand out more.

“Same goes, partner.” I exited the chatbox and dropped my phone, rushing to my walk-in-closet to look for what to wear. First impressions matter on every first date. Technically, this isn't a date but I wouldn't want to look shabby or anything. I'd picked out a blue dress shirt when my phone vibrated in my hand. I look at it to see a text from GunsAreCool. GunsAreCool : Wear a mask. Wait a damn minute. Did he just say we should wear a mask? I’m getting whiplash. Is he into this sort of kink? Or is he doing it to hide his identity? I for one didn't think of the latter so it sounds like a good plan.

Her stuffed bear sits on the pillow, waiting for it's owner. I turn away before the ache in my chest can swallow me whole. "Five minutes," I tell them. "I need to shower and change." The hot water stings where David's blood has dried on my skin. I scrub hard, watching red-brown water swirl down the drain until it runs clear. I dress in black jeans, black boots, and a fitted black sweater. Practical. I tuck Vincent's gun into the waistband at the small of my back and pull on a leather jacket to cover it.

"No, because I have a crazy-ass best friend who I know will train me." "Indeed she was always a wild one could never get her to put a gun or knife down," my father said and I roll my eyes. Great now everyone knows that I love playing with those things. I dressed in a black dress that hug my body with knee-high boots and a black jacket to go with it I'm meeting the whole fan in a few minutes and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. I pull my hair into a high ponytail and apply some light makeup. I grabbed my purse and walk to the front door where Martin was leaning against the car while smoking.

Another reason why wearing heels wasn’t a good idea. I go through the first door only to enter a hallway that looks the same but has two wooden double doors at the end. I take my right hand down to my leg and feel out the gun as I walk, making sure it’s there. All I have to do to use it is slide my hand through the slit on the left side of the dress, grab the gun, and take it out.

I replied. "Wow!!, Andy the money man, we gotta dress up" they said and went in. I have to finish this mission before I started looking for my junior sister or brother, whatever it is I know I must see him or her, that's gonna be my real blood. I went to my room and found something simple but yet nice to wear and took my gun from my drawer, I kept it my shoe and tie it's lace. Tonight club is for hunting not for enjoyment.