Novel & Cerita Blood Splatter Dress

"Seriously, who dresses like that anymore? You look like you're begging in the streets." "I know, right? You're practically radiating poverty. Did you escape from some rundown place?" "Aria, it's your cousin's big day. Can't you put on something nice? You've been to college, for heaven's sake. Why do you seem to be moving backwards in life?" Betty sauntered over, oozing fake concern. "Let's not be too hard on Aria. Maybe she's just strapped for cash?" She paused dramatically and continued, "I'll tell you what. I'll have the makeup artist whip up a bridesmaid dress for you, how about that?"

“Do you want to be absent in your exam?” Sara Owen swallowed saliva looking at his back. Did he know that she was having her exams? He went to the bathroom. She looked at the white and crimson dress with her complicated feelings. It has a floral print with cotton voile lining, balloon sleeves and a plunging V-neck. Its colour was fresh and blooming. Her leg was sprained. He did not give her pants because he knew it would be uncomfortable for her.

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.

It seemed a little small but I was running out options, and time. I took my dress off and grabbed a towel, wiping any remaining blood from my body before slipping on the other red dress. It was a bit small. My breasts were almost spilling out and I wasn’t even sure if it covered my ass completely, but it would have to do. I hung my blood covered dress back in the closet and left it there. They could have fun finding that later. I checked my hair, which surprisingly didn't have blood in it, but it was a mess. I ran a comb through it quickly and fixed it the best I could. My makeup was untouched as well, but don’t ask me how.

“Take off the mask, honey.” She whimpers as she raises her bloody hands, her sea-green eyes full of tears. She’s wearing a dress that may have been white at some point. It’s thin, and hanging off her body, which is covered in bruises and deep scratches. I’m not sure where she’s hurt. I’m not sure what blood is hers and what blood is Ryatt’s.

A silver rope around her waist holds the dress in place. Black flames with deep purple licking at the edges float two inches above her head, extending into tall, sharp points in the night sky. The points create wisps of smoke that curl in the air and disappear on the gentle night breeze. I look closer and notice the black flames actually create a crown with a distinct, intricate pattern. The red water of the river drenches the bottom of her dress, defiling it with a bloody appearance. It climbs up the fabric of her dress like thin veins. The flow of the current gives the dress a creepy appearance, as if it has a life of its own.

Stood under the cascading water stream, Hazel strived for comfort. The water enveloped her, and she let out a flood of emotions that had built up within her. Tears mixed with water, quietly holding pain, suppressed from the world's watchful eyes. She emerged from the shower. Determined to face the evening ahead, Hazel chose a bumblebee yellow-colored dress adorned with delicate floral prints. The knee-length dress with long trumpet sleeves perfectly complemented her skin, hugging her figure in all the right places. She carefully gathered her hair into a bun, allowing a few strands to cascade delicately around her face and neck. With a touch of mascara and nude lipstick, she looked ready to f

Every bite was like pure bliss, and I was already halfway through my meal when Moira returned, a pair of gray shorts and a light blue t-shirt draped over her arm. “When you’re done, I’ll help you out of that dress so you can get a shower. You have to be uncomfortable.” She gestured at the rumpled fabric that was still draped over my body. I looked down at the fabric, and saw dirt laying the bottom of the beautiful gold fabric. A large spatter of red blood had soaked into the some of the fabric that ran up neck, no doubt from when the guard pushed the blade too hard into the skin there. My eyes widened, and my face fell as I looked over at Moira who was still surveying the damage. “I’m so sor

I gush at the dress. It is so amazing,it looks so beautiful. "It is a camouflage dress. It can blend and adapt to any background of choice. It took Mr. Ruine years of perfection to get this dress right"she says proudly as if she did it.

Scarlet’s hand jerked mid-motion, and instead of landing on me, the entire glass of dark red wine splashed across her own chest. There was a moment of stunned silence. Scarlet froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared down at her now-ruined dress. The deep burgundy liquid soaked into the delicate fabric of her gown, spreading rapidly and leaving a dark, ugly stain in its wake. The crowd around us seemed to collectively hold its breath, watching the scene unfold in slow motion.