Booktok Dior Novels & Stories

Together, we made our way to his chamber, his footsteps trailing behind mine like an echo. Once inside, I closed the door and turned to him. “I found it,” I said, my voice low but edged with urgency. His eyes lit up. “The Alpha Seal?” he asked, curiosity burning in his tone. Instead of answering, I set my suitcase on the table and slowly unlatched it. From within, I pulled out the book I had discovered on the golden table, its weight heavy with secrets. Dorian frowned, his gaze fixed on it. “What’s that?” he asked, suspicion and intrigue mixing in his voice as though the book itself might breathe.

The sweetheart neckline added a touch of romance, while the fitted waist accentuated her slender figure. The attention of all the other women in the store was fixed on Kourtney immediately after she stepped out. It was a famous luxury brand store named ‘Dior’ with high-end decor so only the rich and influential could afford their dresses. The light and cold tone of the store also gave off a clean and extravagant feel, so only the elite and dignified high-society women were present. Some gave Kourtney envious stares, while others just simply admired her. Even the shop assistants were equally astonished by Kourtney’s beauty.

To give her this. She glanced across the dim space. Dorian stood shirtless at the window, back turned, muscles taut with something more than exhaustion. Rage? Guilt? She couldn’t tell anymore. “You haven’t said anything,” she whispered. He didn’t move. She stood. “Dorian.” “I’m thinking,” he said without turning. “No,” she said quietly. “You’re disappearing.” He exhaled hard through his nose, then turned toward her. His eyes were dark. “Do you understand what this book is, Isolde? There are names in here that would start wars. Names that would end us.”

The red Ferrari was a blur of crimson against the grey asphalt of the city. She spent the afternoon drifting through high end boutiques and doing some food stuff shopping. Her final stop was the Dior boutique, where the air was filled with the cloying sweetness of expensive blossoms and the hushed tones of the elite. She selected a few bottles of perfume and a sleek gold-cased makeup kit, her movements fluid and detached. As she reached the counter, the young woman ringing up the items paused, her eyes lingering on the diamond band on Ava’s finger and the expensive lines of her silhouette.

But the meeting with Dior was the one I thought of most. The day of the meeting, I wore a dove gray blazer over a simple black dress. Mike walked me to the elevator. “You’re going to be amazing,” he said. “I’m already sweating.” He kissed my forehead. “Sweat gracefully.” I laughed, the sound catching in my throat. The Dior representative, a chic French woman named Corinne, met me in a minimalist hotel suite decorated with white orchids and glass furniture. “Eloise,” she said with a kiss on both cheeks. “We have been watching your work for months. Your attention to detail is… exquisite.”

Darius left me alone under the shower with desires I never dreamt of having for a man like him. I stepped out of the shower in Darius's robe, and my eyes caught the bag on the bed. I was skeptical about snooping around it until I saw the small note next to it. “For my little pet.” I rolled my eyes and opened the bag, expecting another one of Darius's uncomfortable dresses, but instead it was a book with a red cover. I pulled it out of the box, and the texture was soft against my palms. It had a faint scent of dust and old paper.

I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

It proved to be helpful. I parked my car properly before going to the Christian Dior store to purchase a gift for Marie. I’d promised to get her a bag the last time I visited her and I planned on keeping my word. The colors of the furniture in this store were mostly black, gold, and red. A female worker standing at the entrance greeted me with a smile. Her hair was a bob and her uniform was a white button-down shirt and black skirt. With her help, I could get the perfect bag for Marie. A white medium lady d-lite bag. It was the kind of bag she liked.

Dior then wanted to ask him out that afternoon, but after sitting in his house for a while, he said he had to do something outside. Speechless, Dior dejectedly returned to the gallery. She was not in the zone throughout the afternoon. In the evening, Dior went home to dress up. After putting on some makeup, she put on the right shade of lipstick. She put on a sexy red gown along with ten-centimeters high heels. She looked haughty, ravishing, seductive, and sexy. Once she finished her makeup, she phoned Harry excitedly, “Are you free yet? I can pick you up.”

Did he? Then, under the sketchbook, there was a book on fashion. And not just any book…one by Christian Dior. My heart skipped a beat. I’d seen this once at a store, flipping through the pages in awe. It was the kind of thing I never imagined actually owning. And yet, here it was, in my hands. I looked up at Maxwell, who was standing there awkwardly, waiting for my reaction. He seemed nervous, like he wasn’t sure if this would be enough. My mind was racing. When had he noticed me looking at this? How had he known this was something I’d love?