Black Butler Dress Novels & Stories

Brayden took Meredith’s hand as the four of them entered the house. A butler appeared out of nowhere. He wore blac pants, a white button up, black vest and a cropped black jacket with tails. He took their coats for them with his white gloved hands. Brayden and Edward were both wearing three-piece suits. Brayden’s was a charcoal tweed with brown derby shoes and Edward was wearing a navy wool suit with a pair of shiny black oxfords. Helena wore a midi sequin Valentino dress with a plunging neckline and cutout sides that led to a thin strap across the back. It was attached to the shoulder straps leaving the rest of the back open to just above the hips where the skirt began.

I totally did. “Oh, this is exciting! I’ll pick out a dress for you to wear, but you two might want to shower from training.” “Is that your nice way of saying we stink?” I ask, and I hear Zane chuckle. Blair just smiles at me. “I already have the dress in mind. This one should do. What do you think, Master Zane?” “It’s perfect,” Zane says, looking at the black dress. The dress has a high low skirt, the shoulders are cut out, halfway down the sleeves turn to lace bell sleeves, and it has a black leather lace-up belt. It’s a lovely dress. I’ll pair it with black lace flats.

“7:15. You missed supper, but Dom said they would get you food when you leave.” If I even eat at all… “I can’t believe I slept that long.” I watched as Brittany laid out four different dresses on the bed. They were all vastly different. My eyes was drawn to the black dress. It had a built-in choker of diamonds. The straps were also diamonds that lead to a deep V neckline. In the middle of the choker was a single string of diamonds that ran to the bottom of the V. It ended right below where my boobs should be. The whole thing was fitted but the left side had diamond straps starting from my hip to my mid thigh, exposing my whole left thigh. The back was completely open to my ass. Brittany watc

I'm planning to buy some clothes for Samantha and Klare. "Aemee, this looks good on you," Betty still kept her rude aura while handing me a black above the knee dress, she's cute. Anna is busy checking some stuff at the other side of the shop. I accepted the dress she's handing and looked for a dress as well that will suit her so well. I got mesmerized by a raffles white dress, this will look good on Betty, for sure! I cheerfully handed it to her. "Betty, I think this will suits you perfectly, try it,"

Almost. She is wearing a black trench coat which is not knotted, revealing a high-necked black dress. Almost like she is here for a funeral. Her funeral. She hadn’t dressed so conservatively four years ago. Her supermodel figure had been on full display, the low-cut gown exposing more of her full breasts than it concealed.

“Isn’t it fun?” She then giggles, twirling thrice like a graceful ballerina. With her black dress that is made from silk, laces and adorn with black painted butterflies. It shines under the ray of the bright full moon. Marking her beauty that sure enough resembles the original she. The only difference is that, Beatrice has a jet-black pair of eyes and short shoulder length wavy black hair. Adorn with a black laced butterfly. Completing her look with a choker black shoes, knee high white socks, silk black long gloves and an ember brooch in the middle and above her chest.

I grab my favorite butterfly barrette clip and put it on my my hair before looking at the mirror again. I'm wearing a vintage dress made by the famous designer, Lilybeth Guzman. It was modeled by the famous model, whom I don't know. Who cares about her, she's probably one of those models who hooked up with someone who got power. I looked at my dress again, it's a black colored with a touch of a white butterflies. It's an off shoulder long sleeve dress, it's pretty tight on my body. Mom is probably the one who choose this dress. All my fitted dresses are chosen by her.

I laughed nervously, following her as she ran her fingers along a row of tight satin dresses. “Oh my God,” she breathed, stopping suddenly. “Ari. Look.” She pulled a hanger off the rack and held it up. The dress was black. Deep. Midnight. It caught the light like liquid obsidian. The neckline plunged low really low and the back? Nonexistent. Thin spaghetti straps held it up like a whisper, and the fabric at the bottom flared just slightly around the knees with a teasing slit. My mouth went dry. I could already imagine Roman’s voice in my ear:

I ruffled my hair backwards and held still for a while. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I stood up abruptly and before I could ask who was there — “Hey Caroline.” Alexander whispered under his breath. I opened the door and immediately he dashed inside holding a box. I watched him grin from ear to ear. “I got this for you.” He said, opened the box, took out the dress and dropped the box. His hands held the dress, revealing the well knitted gown — It was a black gown with cold-shoulder cutouts with a deep V-neckline which is made to embody the breasts to reveal the cleavages simultaneously.

Kei nodded in approval. Kate sighed, but she still followed the shop clerk inside the fitting room... After a few minutes, Kate came out from the fitting room again. Kei's jaw almost dropped halfway to the floor when she saw Kate with the second dress... "---This is an Audrey Hepburn inspired dress with round neck and short sleeves. This is in sleek black color, and it looks really good with her tanned complexion... Kei thinks that this dress is perfect and suitable for Kate because it's not too revealing, and she looks really comfortable in that dress.