Blood Splatter Dress Novels & Stories

I picked which I needed and took a hot shower and then slipped into the dress. The dress is beautiful with a baby pink color with a square neck line and half sleeves. It reached till my toe. But my injuries will show in this. I walked in the walk-in closet, my both sides were full of clothes, shoes and accessories, I didn't touch anything. When I saw my bag in the corner there I immediately opened it and took out some makeup and hid the marks on my neck, arms and cheek. Still my wrist is at show so I picked my white satin handkerchief and rolled it around my burnt wrist.

Spadino didn't leave a note. He just left a box. It sat on the silk duvet like a black coffin. Inside, buried under layers of tissue paper, was the dress. I pull it out, the fabric sliding through my fingers like liquid mercury, heavy and cold. It isn't pink. It isn't burgundy. It is red. Violent, arterial red. The color of the blood Spadino wiped from his lip at the fight club. The color of the wine I dropped on the rug.

“Why does everyone look like they just escaped a murder scene?” I stepped closer and unzipped the bag. The scent hit first—chemicals. Then the visual. My breath caught. The dress was ruined. The soft champagne silk was slashed down the middle, the sleeves shredded beyond repair. The bodice was smeared in something thick and dark red—paint or blood, I couldn’t tell. The delicate veil? Burned. Melted at the edges like someone took a lighter to it and let it curl into ash. “Where’s the stylist?” I asked, my voice low and even. “She was supposed to be here already.”

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

I scrubbed my skin until it was pink, trying to wash off the lingering sensation of ropes and fear. When I walked back into the bedroom, I looked at the dress. It was a weapon. Deep, blood-red silk. It wasn't designed to cover; it was designed to showcase. It dipped dangerously low in the front and vanished entirely in the back. Beside it sat a pair of black stilettos that looked like instruments of torture and a set of lacy black underwear. “Psychopath,” I muttered. But I put it on.

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

"I have it right here. Let’s see how it fits." My suit was plain and nothing too extravagant. I quickly tried it on with Hazel’s assistance. I noticed her eyes wandering to a stunning dress displayed on a nearby mannequin. The dress was a deep blue-green, made of flowing silk that shimmered in the light. It had delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves, and the skirt cascaded gracefully to the floor, creating an ethereal, almost magical effect. It would definitely fit her perfectly. "Do you like that dress?" I asked, catching her admiring gaze. Hazel quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ I stared at the dress laid out on the bed. Sparkly, blood red, and revealing, too revealing. It was a twist front ruched cutout bodycon dress or that's what was written on the card that was in this humongous box. The door opened and Glenna walked inside with a sweet smile. I had already taken a shower and my husband had ordered Glenna to make me look like a woman.

“The van had a mishap. Some bluing agents spilled and seeped into the dresses. We noticed it too late, so some were already put on display. Sorry about the interruption. Can you get those out of here?” While they were talking, Andrea was also checking the dresses on the trolley. She felt bad that these dresses were going to be either thrown away or boxed forever because of the damage. When she got to one dress in the pile, her hand stopped. It was tinted blue, but not enough to erase the whiteness of it. It still gleamed brightly under the light, diffusing a bluish color under the folds. She pulled out the dress before the employee could finish apologizing to her boss. The dress had a mermai

Jazmin wore a champagne pink square neck and short sleeved dress. Frances wore a black dress with lace long sleeves. Ashlyn wore a pink chiffon long sleeved dress. Aria wore a red burgundy A-line dress with retro square neckline and bubble sleeves. Valerie wore a yellow satin dress with bigger bubble sleeves. And lastly, for Dawn, she wore a blue gradient tulle dress with long velvet sleeves. What was covered by the tulle skirt was like the stars of the night sky. It was simply a unique dress that had caught her eye instantly.