Novel & Cerita Blood Splatter Dress

he stated in full seriousness as he pulled my hair off my shoulder and smiled at the reflection in front of us. “You truly look beautiful though, scars and all” he whispered and I took a deep breath, a weird fluttering in my chest at his words. “Thank you” I whispered and he smiled as I looked at the dress falling over my body, it was a deep maroon shade the breasts were lightly exposed with a criss cross pattern over it the lining falling into a v-shape but not too low. The dress was long hitting the ground around me but there was a long slit on the right leg leading up close to my hip, it was exposing but not in a bad way as it hugged my waist but flowed over my hips.

I opened the door and he immediately smirked. “I didn't know that that cute innocent face has been hiding this kind of figure all this time.” My eyes widened and blood ran through my cheeks as soon as she said that. “Too cute too with those fluffy blushing cheeks, my little Ichigo,” He then chuckled and so did the sales lady so I just went inside and tried on the last dress. This one's beautiful. It is a cobalt blue off-shoulder dress. The top is fitted but the skirt is not that flowy and it has gold veins and lining at the very bottom.

I even used Leon’s favorite jasmine body wash even though it made me feel sick, because I needed to smell like his wife again, not like Julian’s mistake. My makeup next, it was light, but a flawless armor. Concealer over the faint marks on my throat, and soft red lipstick, sharp and thin enough to cut glass. I let my hair down in loose waves so it hid whatever was left of the hickeys that I was too scared to look at. As for my dress, I wore a blood-red, backless dress, with slit so high it was basically a suggestion. If I was walking into hell tonight, I was doing it looking like the fire that he wants me to be.

I quickly left. I haven't turned around when he dragged me to himself. Both with a stun and detest, I glared down at him. This freaking man had held my wrist with that filthy hand and now my expensive outfit had been ruined. —Bluish patterns over a long sleeve Blazer of butter color that complement perfectly with the camisole beneath it. I looked dashing over the butter-colored Shorts worn beneath the averagely short Blazer. I almost turned insane having recalled the effort I put into the dress. "You ruined it!" I screamed at him, insanely.

Letting out a huff, Saffron left the shower, allowing Esper to finish bathing in peace. After the battle in the shower, Esper and the girls got ready for the ball. Esper picked a black oil slick dress with a sweetheart cut bodice and a long flowing skirt with a slit that went up to her mid-thigh. She curled strands of hair and pulled it to one side in a grand side swoop style and gazed into the mirror at her reflection. She admired how the dress made her red and blue hazel eyes pop.

~SHINE SO BRIGHT THAT IT BURNS THEIR FUCKING EYES!~ EARLIER "All right now the main thing. The dress.." Adam said and every heartbeat accelerated. Adam started unzipping the cover of the dress and Avery could barely wait now. He pulled the dress out of the cover and Avery's eyes got blinded suddenly by the golden shimmer of the dress. Her eyes widened when she looked at it. It was a floor length gown with a deep V neck. The upper part and the sleeves of the dress was embroidered with beautiful flowers and and had a pattern that looked partially like a broken glass and partially like a butterfly's wings. There was a rose gold belt on the waist and then it flowed down to the ground. The dress

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.

“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 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