Booktok Dresses Novels & Stories

the boutique manager asked politely. Amora gave a shy smile. Her hazel eyes scanned each of the dresses again. All of them were handcrafted by professional designers, and Amora was shocked by the prices on the tags. "One of these dresses could pay my rent for a month," she thought, swallowing hard. Still, she didn’t want to reveal her shock. "I think... I'll go with this one," she said, choosing a simpler dress compared to the others. The off-shoulder midi dress, with a long slit at the bottom, felt more appropriate for her upcoming meeting with Beth Jefferson.

The kind of dress that belonged in romantic comedies right before the awkward girl walked down a staircase and every guy forgot how to breathe. My stomach dropped. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “Bree.” “Maya.” I pointed accusingly at the dress. “That is not clothing.” “It absolutely is.” “It’s a suggestion of clothing.” “It’s a masterpiece.” “It’s a cry for help.” Bree pressed the dress against my chest. “It’s revenge.” I looked down at it. Then back at her. Then back at the dress. “No.” “Yes.” “I can’t walk into a football party wearing that.” “Why not?”

Many gorgeous dresses are hanging around, and I adore each one of them. "Beauty! Are you ready?" Bobita spun around me, wearing a silver crown. I nodded and touched the sparking nightgown in gold and black color. Bobita is just beside me, holding his tape measure. "Your dress will be delivered early tomorrow. I can't wait!" he exclaimed, his eyes beamed at me. He is now looking at me. "Who made the dress?" I asked, feeling excited about it. "It's Atticus Mondragon, the magic of Monde Fashion," he winked.

It was a simple style and not overly the top but it looked gorgeous, I liked the flair it gave to my face and soon she was done. I didn't have to worry about styling my hair tonight, if was perfect the way it was, and besides I just wanted to have a good time with my mate Tonight. There's a knock on the door and Fantasia looks at me with a smile," I'll go get that." She's gone within a second and I go back into my wardrobe to pick my favorite book(his to own), it was a werewolf series. I picked my outfit for the day, it was an off-the-shoulder black dress that sits above my knees, with a slit at the back but made with a sheer net.

The store smelt like lavender and honey and the lady behind the counter looked up from her Stephen king novel long enough to greet me. "EEP you need to come here right now Kay I found the perfect dress!" Amelia shouted. I rolled my eyes but went to the rack my best friend was at. When she saw I was close enough she pulled the dress off the rack. It was a midnight purple hi-low dress that came off the shoulders and had a modest v-neck and almost no back. I held it up and looked at the size. "Its beautiful but too small." Amelia sighed and put it back. "Eighteenth bday dress?" I nearly had a heart attack when the girl from the counter spoke up nearby. I glanced at her and nodded.

He couldn’t even call her, but she was still thinking about him touching her. “I will pass,” she said, moving away from the lingerie display. But Rebecca tossed it to Miranda anyway, along with a knowing smile. They were walking toward the checkout when Ava saw it. A red dress on a mannequin that looked like it was made of liquid fire. Strapless, form-fitting, the kind of dress that would make a man forget his own name. “That’s gorgeous,” she said, stopping to stare. “One of only two ever made,” Miranda said proudly. “Designer original by Y&Q. Truly one of a kind.”

So she flipped through her book for a few more minutes, pretending she was interested. Finally, when she was very nearly finished with waiting, she looked up and was totally pissed to see Krista walking into the back of the library. She was carrying her books and looked a little bit rushed, but that made sense since she was late. Her short brown hair was disheveled and was not dressed like usual. Callista definitely thought that Krista was pretty, there is no doubt about that. But she usually dressed super conservative, like long black pants and thick, baggy white sweaters. But even though it was cold outside, Krista was dressed in a more playful fashion. She was wearing a pair of skin tight

“What if I don’t like any dresses?” She smiled with complete confidence. “Then we’ll keep looking until you find the one that makes you smile.” My heart squeezed. Sometimes I forgot she was still a little girl. Sometimes she sounded much older. The boutique was quiet, warm, and filled with soft music floating through the air. Rows upon rows of dresses surrounded us. Ivory. White. Champagne. Silk. Lace. Beading that caught the light like tiny stars. A cheerful consultant welcomed us before leading us deeper into the showroom.

Dangerous and beautiful. “I bought you something for tonight, kitten,” he says, voice softer now but no less commanding. He pulls out a deep red dress and a pair of black round-toe boots from a sleek shopping bag. My breath catches. The dress is obscenely short, almost scandalous. Just imagining people seeing me in it makes me wet all over again. He doesn’t ask. He just helps me dress, his touch grazing skin, sparking heat. The zipper runs from the top of my neck all the way down to the swell of my ass. When it’s fully on, the dress clings like a second skin.

she murmured, her voice dry and papery. *My Queen?* what the hell?. I didn’t argue. I followed her into a room bigger than my entire old apartment. There were racks and racks of clothes that filled the space, silk gowns, leather pieces that looked like armor and jewelry that probably cost more than I’d make in ten lifetimes. My mind was racing while I browsed, I needed something that didn’t scream “helpless damsel.” I grabbed a simple black shift dress and a pair of sturdy boots that actually looked like I could run in them.