Arab Dress Novels & Stories

In order to stop me from spending money recklessly, my mom has exchanged my college living expenses into coupons. If I need to buy anything, I must buy it online. Also, I need to send a copy of my expenses sheet and the details behind said expenses to my mom so that she can check everything thoroughly. Only when she's given me her permission can I buy that item. When I tell my mom I want to buy a shirt, she tells me, "I remember you could still wear that shirt back in your high school days. You should just stick with it. Why waste your money on new clothes?" During winter, I can only wear the old sweater I've been wearing since my high school times while huddling in a corner of my dorm and nibbling on a sandwich. Meanwhile, my mom smugly posts a picture of the six-thousand-dollar dress she has just bought on her social media feed. "What a beautiful dress!"

When Ava was forced to marry her stepsister Dora's impoverished fiancé Ethan, they never met. But the groom turned out to be a super hot billionaire. Dora snatched her wedding dress and wanted to be the bride again. Ava sat among the guests. Ethan, however, walked straight towards Ava and said to her, "You are the only one I want to marry."

A woman was chased by people who want to kill her. She was accused by many crimes. Now, her name is as dirty as her silky night dress as she run for her life. Hoping to escape and hide, she met another woman and a man who helped her. But as it turns out, one of them – or maybe both – or maybe all of them are traitors.

Cerita ini berkisah tentang seorang pria bernama Kemal Aldino Fawaz seorang pria mapan juga tampan berusia 31 tahun , seorang pimpinan perusahaan keamanan dan telekomunikasi. Kemal yang merasa jenuh dengan kehidupan penuh kamuflase dan segala bentuk kemunafikan disekelilingnya, tanpa sengaja bertemu dengan gafis cantik berhijab yang lumayan jutek dan ceplas ceplos. Pertemuam pertama mereka saat Kemal tanpa sengaja mengotori pakaian Ghania dengan cipratan genangan air di pinggir jalan. Dan pertemuan selanjutnya juga tanpa rencana yang selalu diwarnai dengan perdebatan keduanya. Hingga satu waktu Kemal dibuat untuk berpikir kembali tentang difinisi cinta dan kemandirian dari peristiwa-peristiwa yang melibatkan dirinya juga Ghania. Ghania yang lulusan fakultas psikologi di salah satu universiitas di Arab Saudi, harus menabung banyak rasa sabar dalam menghadapi sikap arogan dan brengsek yang dimiliki Kemal. Juga harus kuat dan berani saat menghadapi sikap permusuhan dari orang-orang disekitar Kemal. Apakah akhirnya Kemal dan Syaqilla berdamai atau malah sebaliknya. Apakah pernikahan akhir dari perjalanan mereka atau sebaliknya.

Wanita muda bernama Nada Azkia, dipaksa menikah dengan pria Arab—seorang pengusaha meubel yang telah memiliki banyak cabang di kotanya. Namun, Nada tidak bersedia menuruti permintaan ibunya karena usia Tuan Abdul, atau nama lengkapnya Abdullah Rashid Athoilah, hampir setara dengan usia ibunya, yaitu 35 tahun. Karena paksaan sang Ibu, akhirnya Nada menyanggupinya dengan syarat jika selama setahun menikah dan tidak memiliki keturunan, maka Nada meminta cerai. Tuan Abdul ini, telah memiliki dua orang istri dan Nada Azkia akan dijadikan istri ketiganya. Namun dari kedua istrinya tersebut, Tuan Abdul belum memiliki keturunan. Maka dari itu Nada meminta syarat seperti di atas. Di cerita ini saya akan menghadirkan bagaimana usaha Nada untuk bisa bercerai dengan Tuan Abdul meski pantang bagi Tuan Abdul menceraikan istri-istrinya. Juga bagaimana kedua istri Tuan Abdul yang justru mendukung Nada untuk bisa bersama dengan Tuan Abdul meski itu hanya trik dan intrik saja demi mendapat kasih sayang dari Tuan Abdul.

Zachary Smithson was my uncle in name. When I was seventeen, I confessed to him, but he rejected me fiercely. He tore up my love letter and told me to give up on such thoughts. When I was twenty-two, I graduated and attempted to move out. To my surprise, I found a dress I had lost. He had hidden it under his pillow.

After setting a date with my online boyfriend to meet in person on New Year's Eve, I prepare a dress that will drive him mad. I also prepare a gift for him. To my surprise, he brings his twin brother with him. That's not all—he's only reserved one hotel room. I laugh when I see the identical faces before me.

"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces.

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.