Blood Splatter Dress Novels & Stories

Holding the dress close, I whispered softly to myself, "I'll wear this tonight for strength. It's time to face my past and find closure." The dress, a captivating masterpiece, embraced my figure in a stunning display of elegance. Its color intertwined delicate hues of midnight blue and silver, resembling the ethereal beauty of a moonlit sky. The design on the chest showcased intricate patterns of glimmering silver threads, resembling distant constellations. And with every movement, its flowing shape gracefully accentuated my every step. As I adorned myself with this enchanting creation, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of heartbreak and resilience. For even though my heart was shattered, I

However, bright red blood stains were visible on her lovely dress. “Ahh!! Blood!!!”

Without as much as an excuse, she walked into the couple and very intentionally spilled her glass of red wine on Ava’s pristine white dress. A loud gasp escaped the lips of everyone around them as the red colour spread all through the white well-crafted dress, ruining the perfect fabric and design. Ava raised her head slowly, not believing that all the hard work of her dressmaker had been put to waste by a vengeful, pained ex.

I say as I move towards her, but she steps back and turns her back to me as she walks to her closet and rolls out three large suitcases that I assume are filled with her things. “No time like the present to move, right?” she says. Her voice is broken and monotonous. Like she is going through the motions, which I suppose she will be. “This is everything you need?” I ask her when she turns to look at me, her eyes glassy, but she blinks and the mask slips back in place. “Yes, are your guys here?” she asks as she moves around the room and it’s only then that I notice she is still in her cornflower blue dress but it is spattered with blood and she has blood on her face.

No one spoke about it, and Hunter had also gone to incognito mode. Claire's heart thudded behind her ribcage. She twisted her lips as she swirled around, checking out the dress from different angles. The dress was a blend of black and brown, and it shimmered. It was a stunning gown with a strapless sweetheart neckline, revealing her toned shoulders and flawless skin. There was a silvery shimmery belt around her waist while several layers of fabric cascaded down the front, around her belly, adding more beauty to the dress.

Amber's accusatory call did not even have time to come through when another visitor arrived at my door. Tara entered in a pink suit, clutching a pearl handbag. She was still every inch the pampered socialite. "What are you doing back here? Did you come to watch me fall apart?" "Innocent, Your Honor. I haven't done a thing." Tara's grip tightened on her handbag as she barely contained her anger, but I did not take her too seriously. I knew her personality well enough not to go too far. Besides, from the looks of things, her life had not been going too well lately, either.

“You do.” I was beginning to think something was going on. Hazel was acting a bit suspicious. The assistant pulled several dresses and brought them to us in the background. Hazel pointed at one and snapped her finger at me. “Go,” she said. “Put it on.” I put the dress on. It was in an A-line dress with spaghetti straps. It was made of blue silk. I had to admit, as I looked at myself in the mirror, it was gorgeous. Simple and demure.

With that done, l walked out of the bathroom only to find Zara waiting for me. “I have got something bright for you”, She beamed excitedly. “Dress up, let me go do the same”, She added after putting it in my hands. With her gone, l carefully put it on. It was a blue-grey with long sleeves that hung off my shoulders and the neckline split low down my chest between my breasts. A myriad of little white and blue flowers adorned the neckline and the bodice of the dress until they seemed to fall away and spread along the waist until there was no more past my hips.

The dark liquid hit the red satin with a sickening splatter, spreading in ugly, wet blooms across the bodice. I froze.Francesca stepped back, capping the vial with a satisfied click. “Oops,” she said lightly. “Goodluck in round two sweetheart.” Then she turned on her heel and walked away, hips swaying like nothing had happened. I stared down at the ruined dress. The ink was already seeping into the fabric, dark veins crawling across the satin I’d spent weeks perfecting. This was my only dress for the next round. The only one I had left. My hands started shaking.

He can't say what he doesn't know, and it's the best way to ensure my safety, but once again, Ferro will be putting himself in danger for me. The thought of having to leave Ferro behind is heartbreaking, but it has to be done if I'm going to get out alive. I really wish there was another way. 7:30pm I showered and put on the dress that was laid on my bed when I entered my room. The dress was a dark blue with see-through sleeves and rhinestones that lined the neck and the sleeves with a slit in the front that stopped at mid thigh. The dress was absolutely stunning, and I hated that it was going to be wasted tonight. I looked at myself in the mirror, and damn. I look good. Dresses aren't my th