Novel & Cerita Ainz Ooal Gown Powers

“Probably because you snore like a war drum.” Draken glared. Auren grinned wider. I slipped out from under the covers before they could start bickering. “Make them stare,” Lunaryn purred in my mind. “Remind them who they belong to.” I let the magic in my skin hum as I dressed, choosing the golden and deep purple gown that hugged my waist and flowed like molten royalty when I moved. The bodice caught the light, glittering like I’d been dusted with stars. My hair fell in waves over my shoulders, and I pinned part of it back with a jeweled clip shaped like a crescent moon.

I stepped out of them. His reaction was almost comical. He abruptly held on to the stool beside him, gripping it with so much force that his knuckles turned white. “Fuck.” My spine tingled, feminine power filling me. Since the gown was an off shoulder, I had decided not to wear a bra at all. My breasts stood out high and free, and as for underwear, I wore garters that ended on my mid-thigh, just where the slit of the dress had started. All in all, I actually knew how I looked. I had full breasts, even though they weren’t that big, and my waist cinched in and flared out into my hips dramatically.

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

After taking full of myself, I headed to the bedroom. I got to the bedroom and saw her in an unusual night gown, walking out of the bathroom. She have never wore the gown before. She use to wear a blue ugly gown, which never exposed or make her look sexy. This one is white and somehow transparent. I can see her body shape. I can also view a good shape of her breast, her nipples popping and showing on the fabrics. The gown was short, just an inch above her kneel. She looks so hot, sexy and tempting. My eyes flashed to her navel and downward. She was wearing a pink pants which was obviously showing from the transparent dress, its so erotic that my dick started responding immediately.

That’s how it should be. I walked to the closet, looking through the amazing silk, cotton and nylon gowns that hung, inside. I pulled out a red gown, and slipped it on. I opened my hair, letting my blonde crusades fall onto my back, landing just before my waist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, as I placed the crown upon my head. Now I am the perfect queen.

Mike's brows were wrinkled as he glanced at me "Aiden is a powerful man who has both powerful friends and adversaries. I don't want you to suffer any harm." I promised him, "I'll be OK," but the truth was that I was afraid. ********* In the full-length mirror, I peered at myself. For a little while, I couldn't help but admire the gown. It was the most stunning piece of clothing I'd ever owned. It had a sweetheart neckline and a halter neck. My back was exposed as the gown ended in a deep V. The gown had a slit at the left side. "Wow!" Leah remarked, her gaze fixed on me. "You Look lovely!"

~Xavier~ Zia stands out in the sea of people consumed by love and hunger for money, power, and greed. So pure and innocent. The red ball gown did little justice to her perfect curves. The dress has a typical design, honestly. Threadlike strap, plunging V neckline, and I’m well aware of the hidden zipper of that dress. Whatever Zia wears - I realized - my mind will always strip her naked. The sight of her never fails to turn me on.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

Just like the day she walked out of the bathroom after the devastation she caused in her room her only words were. “Help me Zoey, I need to look fit to rule and smite.” The only clothes she had were the dresses my cousin had gifted her in her backpack tucked under the bed. She slipped on the thin teal hemp dress. It was modeled in a greeceian goddess style that had a paneled skirt that made two slits up to the tops of her tan thighs a corded belt at her waist and trailing wisps of fabric hung down her shoulders.

Nala’s Point of View I smiled at my reflection in the human-sized mirror, admiring myself in the royal blue evening gown that Uncle Gael sent earlier for the event I would be attending tonight with Mr. Joseph Zuniga. I was in awe as I continuously gazed at the gown, as if it were a bubble that would disappear if I blinked my eyes. The gown features a strapless sweetheart neckline that accentuates my shoulders and collarbone. The bodice of the gown was perfectly tailored, hugging my waist and creating an elegant silhouette. The skirt, on the other hand, was floor-length and in an A-line style.