Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

I sat on the bed and took my bag ,I wasn't expecting anyone down here since Ruth had already given me dinner so I slipped on a knee length dress with elbow sleeves , comfortable to sleep in . It was the dress I would always wear , because it was a gift from my mother . Although the dress was a bit worn out in colour , I still loved it . My head whipped towards the door in a shock and It slammed open , I gasp standing up and backing up towards a wall as I saw a unknown face . The man had a gun in his hand .

Then, I started getting ready. OoO With my red dress on and a smooth white jacket hanging loosely around my shoulders, I finished with doing my own makeup and then smiled at myself in the mirror and then running my fingers through my hair that was curled on the edges. I grabbed my gun and placed it on the holster that was strapped around my thigh underneath my dress, and my pocket knife and silencer inside my clutch. I was good to go

“Tell me that face you have on right now means you like it.” “To occasional for me.” Her face is etched in surprise as she waves the dress in the air. “It is black. It will stop just below your knee and it is definitely your size.” I frown as I take it from her hands and pull it to my chest as I look down at it. “I would look like a devil… or maybe an assassin.” “Assassins don’t wear dresses. I am sure of it.” She grabs the dress from my grip and takes me to a full mirror.

"You know what this means right? Guess who's gonna need condoms tonight?" I turned to Riley. What? Shit! "They won...I have to be here... they'll probably—" "No. No excuses. Hold on tight to your purse, get a drink, grab a man by his collar and get that d—" xXxXxXxXxXxX I picked the wrong day to wear a dress and fucking stockings paring them up with boots. If you would have asked me how I thought my night would turn out this wasn't it.

I couldn’t help but come back fast. His first reaction was: “Are you planning to hunt with that?” He pointed at my dress. I looked down at myself, then I was like… “What is wrong with this?” I questioned while pointing at my dress. It was a U-neck dress, with a fluffy skirt. The upper part was white, and the down part was yellow. Nothing wrong with it. “I don't think it is suitable for hunting!” He tried to explain, but I was like - not even a chance in hell. I would never give up on the outfit I picked no matter what reason I was behind.

I was getting ready for the state dinner tonight, and I only had a limited amount of time before I had to go get Aurora. The gown I would wear tonight had been chosen for me, one with a slit up one side so that I could easily access a holster on my thigh where my gun would be kept. There were several other hidden weapons within the dress and under the dress, and I felt as if I were suiting up for battle rather than getting ready for a state dinner. At some point, I expected this feeling of strangeness to wear off, this otherworldly feeling as I prepared to do my job.

Doing this calmed me down enough to tolerate Amelia for the night. "I need to talk to my mum." Isabella says showing us her ringing phone. I change into my dress of the night that looks good on me. It has a deep v neck showing a sneak of my cleavage. I'm good with seduction and wearing such clothes has been a normally for me. The dress reaches an inch above my knees but has a slit on the back. Perfect to hide a gun and a few knives.

she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes." She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did. My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath. I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.

They would feel Damon would turn against on them and thus a need to find a new headquarters or a need to take new approach would be seek. I was roaming what to do that would prevent me from staring at the beautiful red dress.. It had a slit on the side and I wonder where that would reach to when I wear it, it also have a cape matching with the dress. But no matter what how hard I tried, my eyes were still on the dress and the responsibility that would come with it. I had to force myself to sleep, waking up just exactly the time. I went out with the dress, the accessories I would need and I went to meet Damon at the place his car was park out.

The dress is my weapon, a seductive armor that will captivate him and leave an indelible mark on his memory. My fingers brush against the soft fabric as I slip into the dress, the anticipation building within me. I take one last look in the mirror, admiring the way the dress clings to my body, accentuating my every curve. Confidence courses through my veins as I imagine the reaction I'll evoke from Michael.