Novel & Cerita Ainz Ooal Gown Powers

“It’s not just fabric. It’s armor.” “Then wear armor that tells the truth,” I say. I walk to the garment rack she’s been ignoring and pull back a few hangers. “Not this corporate funeral wear. Not something that makes you smaller.” I hold the midnight blue, floor-length, sleeveless gown out with a shit eating grin. The crystal embroidery runs along the neckline and trails down like stars falling through the sky. It shimmers like power. “This is you,” I say with conviction. She blinks. “That’s… dramatic.”

The gown was midnight blue, silver thread sewn into the neckline in the pattern of crescent moons. I stood in front of the mirror and immediately understood what it was designed to do. "You look like a queen," Noor said softly. "I look like bait," I muttered. Zara fixed the last pin in my hair and stepped back. The birthmark sat fully visible against my skin. No powder. No attempt to soften it. In this light, with this dress, I looked exactly like what Lord Faris needed me to be. A symbol. A prize. Something worth reaching for.

I gasp, looking at the gown. “Wow” I whispered. The gown is a flowery white gown, the gown is fitted around my waist area to the top. The gown has no hands, it is an off shoulder type of gown with low arms. From my waist down, it is straight, hugging my curves perfectly. I am definitely thicker after giving birth to Drew. The only thing is I have little stretch marks in my belly area, but Dave kisses it all night and tells me how beautiful I am, so I am not that insecure about it. I turned a bit to the side, and the back was a bit open. The gown had more clothes in the down, so it will flow with me when I walk. I love how it cups my breast so well and it looks so beautiful, but what surprise

she pouted and was about to cry. We ignored her rant, and now it was my turn. I waved my hand and magic Mirai’s gown and then she glowed brightly. As I imagine it would, the gown's design changes gradually. The color turned aqua blue, and the glitters glistened at the light. The rhinestones and pearls were perfectly adorned which added to the gown’s elegance that accentuated her exquisite figure. Mirai's beauty floated more in the dress. Now, she looks more like a princess, and the plain Mirai is gone.

Zoe asked one of the omegas who was fixing up her hair. “Luna, that dress had a slight stain and it’s not back from the laundry yet.” “Um… but I think this color doesn’t give me the badass Luna vibe.” Zoe pouted, looking down at her shimmery silver gown. “Ari… tell me the truth. Is this dress ok? I think I gained some weight after giving birth.” I chuckled in amusement from where I was seated on her right side. “You look as stunning as always Zoe. And you’ve gained weight in the right places.”

, I thank the guard and quickly move to the inner room, once it was just me here but now it was Luca and I’s room I step into the shower humming as I take a quick one, I step out and look through my gowns, I should wear something sexy, it’s been long I did that, I'm sure he missed that look I picked up my red gown because when you say sexy you say red I put it on and smile, I'm glad I hadn’t put on baby weight, it’s a simple rubble of silk, its sleeveless but it has a sort of wingy thing at the back protecting the back from view as it’s a deep backed cloth otherwise, its flowing but it has a slit open to the upper thighs, it was a limited edition of DG, not just limited, only 3 of it were ma

The gown I wore that time wasn’t revealing as compared to the one I am wearing now - a sleeveless gown. I was made of white silk and the way it was sewn made it hug my curves perfectly. The neckline was seriously plunging though - picture out Jennifer Lopez in her Golden Globes 2015 amazing Zuhair Murad gown - YES! That kind of plunging! It was enough to make all men drool I am quite sure of it. The slit of the gown too pretty much gave a pleasing view of what my Auntie call’s a well-toned filly leg, and I owe that name to her ranch full of high breed horses!

HAZEL A WEEK LATER As I stand before the mirror, I gaze at my reflection, adorned in a breathtakingly beautiful gown, tailored specifically for my coronation as the Luna of the pack. The dress is a mesmerizing shade of midnight blue, reminiscent of a clear night sky. The gown hugs my curves perfectly, showcasing my toned physique, obtained from rigorous training. A silver embroidery adorns the bodice. My heels are crafted from polished silver. The stilettos are adorned with tiny, glittering diamonds, adding a touch of luxury and sophistication to my overall ensemble.

As I pulled the gown over my head, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The bruises on my wrists. The faint marks on my throat. The softness in my eyes. Shame rose again — and under it, something darker. Power. I fastened the gown. The silk slid down my body, clinging to my hips, baring one shoulder. The colour was the same as last night’s fire. I stepped out from behind the screen. Kael’s eyes darkened. “Perfect.” I lowered my gaze. “I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Their footsteps echoed in tandem—the whisper of her heels against polished stone, the muted thump of his leather soles. Izora adjusted the long bow at the back of her pale mauve gown, fingers trailing over the satin, still feeling the flutter in her chest. Her gown sparkled subtly under the lights, the fitted bodice hugging her curves, the skirt cascading like gentle waves. A delicate gold necklace kissed the top of her collarbone, catching Kaiser’s eye every time she moved.