Blackstar Dresses Novels & Stories

“Sorry, how's that supposed to be my business?? The lady snorts. Adrianna's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. She was going to start up an argument or even a fight over a dress. She shifted her gaze to the sales rep standing beside the woman. “Can I get the same dress?? She asks but the lady shakes her head. “I’m afraid Miss Houston, “This is the only design from Dior but I believe there are other dresses with similar designs and patterns. Do you mind if I show you?? She proposes. “Don’t worry, I will check them out myself,” Adrianna replied, she glanced at the dress and the proud smirk on the lady’s face before leaving…. Adrianna scanned through the rack to find a similar black dress, bu

She was stunned to see the different types of modern dresses, long and short, backless and off shouldered. "What colour? Oh... Black," Darby asked then quickly realised that she only wears black colour. Althea tried a few black dresses and admired herself in the large mirror of the outlet. "This one..." she said happily and Darby asked the salesgirl to pack the dress and paid for it on the counter. He then walked to Giorgio Armani outlet and tried a few tuxedos for himself. "Maroon looks good on you," Althea who was sitting patiently on the sofa said pleasantly.

“OK, then. What do you have in mind?” “Let's see,” Taryn stated as she foraged through the different items of clothing. “You should burn this,” she threw a mom jeans to the floor. “And this? What the hell is this?” “That's one of my date outfits,” Kat yelped. “Oh no, no no! I can't have my friend being seen in this,” Taryn ripped a tie-dye tights that Kat had in her going out outfits. Then Taryn's eyes lit up as they stopped on a mini black, strapless dress that would turn heads at the event. “Now this is what I'm talking about,” she said as she held the dress up against Kat's body. “This dress will wake any dead.”

“Seriously, where are we going?” Heather asked her friends as they dragged her out of her apartment. She was dressed in a short black leather dress. It was strapless and exposed her smooth shoulders. Her hips and ass popped out as the dress hugged her figure like a second skin. “Why are you all wearing black?” Heather asked, looking at Roxanne and Yolanda’s outfits. Yolanda was in a black jumpsuit while Roxanne wore a sheer black dress. Roxanne’s dress had lace-like material covering her breasts and around her hips till her midthighs. However, the rest of the body could be seen through the sheer material.

Her next choice was a silver dress that had tiny sleeves, an almost bare back held together only by a rope crisscrossing at the back and an almost decent length that flared out a little but had slits that stopped just below where the ass should be at both sides. Judith looked at the dress too and her eyes popped out, "okay that one is a little bit too wild." As she went through the dresses it looked like each one had a theme. You either choose to show off thighs, back, breasts, stomach or all of the above. She finally picked up a black dress. It had a stretchy material and was actually little but had good front coverage at least for my two little girls in front. The neck was halter neck whic

Like she's finally realizing she takes up space in a room. Lizzie blushes hard while Tara practically tears up. "My babies are growing up." "Please never say that again," I mutter. Then Tara's attention shifts toward me. And I immediately know I'm doomed. "Oh no," I say. "Oh yes," Tara replies. A black dress appears in her hands. Sleek. Tight. Leather-look fabric with a square neckline and an open back that makes my blood pressure spike on sight. Absolutely not. "Tara—" "Try it on."

not the blue one either. Suddenly, my eyes land on a stunning black dress that would hug my curves in all the right places. It has an open back and no shoulder straps. I pick it up from the rack. “Frida, can I try this one?” Her eyes light up. “Yes! That dress would look perfect on you, Madison. You’ll be the star of the night!” As I slip into the black dress, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe Frida and Zarah are right. Maybe getting under someone else will help me forget about Victor.

I wasn’t sure if I had anything suitable for a place like The Howling Moon, which was a dive bar downtown. My eyes landed on the black dress from the store—the one that had made Alexander’s phone slip from his fingers. No, too fancy for a bar. But maybe… I pulled out a short black skirt I’d bought years ago but never had the courage to wear. Paired with a deep red top that showed just enough cleavage to be daring, and some black ankle boots I’d never worn, it might just work. I slipped into the outfit and studied myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My eyes were lined with black, my lips painted red, my curls wild and free. I looked confident, sexy.

“It'll be faster if you keep quiet and try these on.” She scoffed and tried to argue when the attendant led her into the dressing room. All in all, he agreed on a black maxi dress that was decorated with stones across its entire length and the v-neck showed a bit of cleavage. It had a slit that went up to her thighs and its back was a bit exposed, making her feel a lot sexier. “Is this appropriate though for your parents' party?” “All I know is that you look good in it.” “So also the other thirty clothes I put on.”

"This is so not me. You guys always get me in the most revealing things." I look at myself in the full bathroom mirror. The dress is black with a little stone diamond belt. There are no sleeves and the dress ends just before my knees. It was tight and sexy, and I'm going to give Chris a heart attack. It was truly beautiful, but I felt too out there. Exposed.