Black Butler Dress Novels & Stories

Like the second dress, this one was also black. She ran her hand across the cloth’s edge. It felt like suede but looked like fine silk, no doubt of the finest quality. It seemed like eternity before she finally wore the dress. It was tight just below the ribcage and loose around her neck, black as night. It flared under her waist, stopping just two inches above her knees. The back of the cloth was a wide opening that showed her neck to the base of her spine. Alexis whistled to herself.

I call through the door, "I can't accept these clothes. They're too expensive." "Nonsense," she replies. "Consider it an early birthday present. Now come out and let me see that black dress." I stare at my reflection. The black dress hugs my curves in a way my usual clothes never do. It's elegant yet sexy, with a modest neckline but a daring slit up one leg. I've never owned anything like it. Reluctantly, I step out of the dressing room. Blake, who's been trying on clothes too, whistles. "Damn, girl! You're hiding all that under those maid uniforms?"

"Let's keep going. If we don't finish shopping by nightfall, we're not going home!" Seeing him so indignant, Yaslyn felt amused. She simply turned and continued walking. Upon reaching a clothing store, her eyes were immediately drawn to a dress on display. It was a black knee-length dress accentuated by a cinched waist, its hemline adorned with small diamonds. The intricate folds resembled flowers, while the hollowed-out design on the cuffs and collar added a touch of allure.

She was just readjusting the facts. Lexie stuck out her bottom lips. "That's no fair. And here I thought we were friends." Stepping back from the cloth racks, Belinda heaved a disappointed sigh. None of the dresses she saw was what she wanted. She looked away, and that was when she sighted a long black gown on a mannequin. It was breathtaking, with its body-hugging design and glittering golden embroidery. From the knee down was a frilly black fishtail skirt that spread out way past her ankle.

But alive. I slip into the black dress. It's simple sleeveless, floor-length, with a high neckline that seems almost modest until I turn around and see that the entire back is open, plunging down to just above my tailbone. "Let me see!" Lila calls. I step out of the fitting room, and her jaw drops. "Holy shit." "Is it too much?" "It's perfect. Spin around." I do, and she makes a low whistle. "That back. Jesus, Esme. You look like you could kill a man."

They already knew, but it looked only right to pay a visit Svetlana stepped out of the bathroom in Luca's room where two dresses with contrasting footwear were kept on the bed Svetlana raised a brow and smirked sarcastically. 'Oh! So, she had a choice here?! She eyed both the dresses one was gunmetal grey off-shoulder, knee-length with only one sleeve. The blouse area and the sleeve were in black lace and the rest was flowing silk The other was a phoenix sand peach silk dress with a heart neckline, body length dress with silt, and the edges of the dress were of salt white lace

"Admit it, Athena. Alpha Kaloyan can be sweet when he wants to be." "Oh, shut up, Mattie." I gave my evening dress a once-over again. The royal tailor had finally heeded my suffering and sent in a black masterpiece for dinner. It was an elbow-sleeved off-shoulder v-necked dress, wrapping over my midriff and falling to my ankles. A knock sounded on the door. Beta Reece had arrived. I held my purse right in front of me with both hands as Mattie had taught me, keeping my chin parallel to the floor.

I reply, and she shakes her head. "Bullshit," she snarks at me as she walks into my closet and pulls out a short black dress. I look at it and shake my head. It was the last dress that Tobias bought for me. It's Valentino, and it's absolutely beautiful. "Giiiiiirl, this is stunning," She says, and I nod my head, grabbing the dress from her hands and hanging it back in the closet. "What are you doing?" Beth asks, stopping me. I look at her with tears threatening to spill.

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡~~ 𝑂𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 I was done with everything I was suppose to do. Instead of the white dress Bennett had gotten me....I had gone ahead to wear a black long dress that had a slit at right leg. It was beautiful, not revealing and appealing to the eyes. The door opened and Bennett stepped in. He was wearing a black suit as well, a blue small ribbon on the left side of his suit. When his eyes held mine, a muscle ticked in his jaw and he walked forward. "You're beautiful." He gritted and I smiled.

Clinton Blunt is up to something. And whatever it is, Danny Westley is about to suffer tonight. And honestly? I can’t wait. I glance at myself. “You know, if you had told me about the party, I would’ve dressed better. Now I have to go home and change.” “No need.” He walks to the bed and opens a box sitting on it. My breath catches. He pulls out a pink dress. I blink, like my eyes need confirmation. The dress looks like a fairy tale. Long. Elegant. The sleeves shimmer like they’ve been dusted with diamonds. The hem flares just enough to be arrogant without trying.