Blood Splatter Dress Novels & Stories

After I received the money, I grabbed my bag and went out. The boutique assistants swarmed me the moment I walked through the door, and I let them. I tried on dresses until my arms ached, until I found the one that made my breath catch in my throat. Blue, the color of a summer sky, so short it barely covered the curve of my ass, cut low in the front and lower still behind. The kind of dress Scarlett wore often, the kind that made men's eyes go dark and their mouths go dry. I knew Sparrow would be attracted to it, because he was attracted to her, and she wore clothes like this like a second skin.

The dress was pure white, creating a sense of innocence and purity that contrasted beautifully with the sultry, form-fitting silhouette. The dress featured a plunging neckline, revealing just enough skin to be enticing without being overly revealing. Delicate spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the design. The bodice of the gown was adorned with a beautiful floral print, each delicate blossom blending seamlessly into the fabric.

It's a dress alright but here's the catch. It's a jumpsuit as well. An outer layer envelopes the front, making it seem like a body hug, mermaid dress but due to the pants, I have easy movement. Vein-like lines runs from the huge triangle puff at the shoulder down the outfit and it's filled with fake blood. The best part about it is, it glows crimson red in the dark. Not to talk of the thin branches which shoot out from each vein, giving endless, destroyed tree of life aura. The design is so sophisticated and words can't even begin to describe it. I don't care if I made this outfit for a fantasy themed night, I will wear this again the next chance I get. I sigh, looking around. Don't parties

“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.

She said she would smooth the waters if dad were to freak out. It’s a boho dress that reaches mid-thigh for one. That’s the first strike that will have dad coming unhinged. Its baby-blue lace brings out my natural eye color, which is more of a sky-blue. Next up that would make dad go ballistic is the deep V-neck, that shows the swell between my breasts. Last, the dress is sleeveless, with thin spaghetti straps holding it up. But it’s cute with cream-colored sun-flowers splashed throughout. I can’t wait to show it off. “I finally look like a normal human for once,” I said to myself with a smile. Stepping away, it startled me when my door suddenly flew open.

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.

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.