Bowsette X Peach Novels & Stories

“You look….” I could feel his heart pounding as he pulled me against him. “Use your words…” I teased as my finger traced his beard. “Do not mess her makeup up!” Brett snapped. “It took me a solid hour to get it right.” Maddox growled and planted one on me anyway. She was wearing a marron velvet dress, with a sweetheart neckline and little pieces of fabric that hung off her arm. We had to be careful that my dress didn’t snag hers.

I held out both sides of my new vintage retro rose floral pattern frock dress. The dress was white and was made out of cotton, just like the pink bow belt. Brie completed the look with pink and green floral headbands, a white wreath bracelet with green-tinted edges and rose earrings. What I loved most about the outfit was the shoes. I'd seen a similar type on Edna once and I badly wanted one but could never have it. It was white bow ankle strap Mary Jane platform pumps. I loved the shoes a lot.

So I stayed beside her the whole time, making sure she knew I wasn’t judging her. “Look at this one,” I said gently, holding up a peach dress. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I ignored the saleswoman completely whenever she tried to speak, as if she didn’t exist. “It’s… very beautiful,” Rebecca said softly. “But won’t it get dirty when we take the bus back to Murkwood?” “Then we’ll wash it when we get home. Don’t worry.” I picked out a pair of pleated black trousers, a baby-blue blouse, and matching blue shoes.

Charmine added. The Peach Dew was an original recipe from Mr. Pop. Every year, during the season when the peaches blossomed, he would collect the dew on the petals every morning along with one brightest petal to ferment the essence of the peach. This beverage’s alcohol level was low as it gave off a stronger taste of peach. Its fragrance would make one feel refreshed. Kay soothed his chest. “I can already feel Mr. Pop collapsing.” Charmine smiled and hung up. This day was the most satisfying day throughout the years, and it was only natural Charmine wanted to celebrate. She could help Uncle Pop collect more peach dew next year.

Once she was thoroughly refreshed, she stepped out, wrapping herself in a soft, fluffy towel, its warmth a comforting embrace. Kayla chose a peach sundress, a flowing garment of light, airy fabric that draped gracefully down to her knees, its soft color complementing her warm skin tone. She slipped into light, comfortable sandals, perfect for exploring the Italian countryside. Standing before the ornate, gilded mirror, she carefully tamed her thick, natural curls, weaving them into a crown-like bun that framed her face beautifully. She admired her reflection for a moment, a soft smile gracing her lips, feeling beautiful, confident, and ready for the day ahead.

I patted his back before letting him go. "Hey, sweetheart," he cooed and I handed his daughter over to him. He was thoroughly smitten and he couldn't even hide it. His eyes shone with happiness as he rocked her gently. "Baby," Peach's soft, alluring voice invaded my thoughts, clearing up the haze I was tossed in, watching Andrew bond with his daughter. I spun around, swinging my head in her direction. She was strolling out of the kitchen with a jar of orange juice in her hand, dressed in a short emerald green dress that did nothing to conceal her flawless legs and an ample amount of cleavage.

Bree's Pov Blonde Braided updo hairstyle, simple but elegant makeup matching with nude blush shade lipstick, a pair of pear-shaped diamond teardrop earrings matching with a princess necklace having 5 pear-shaped diamond pendants and an old rose open shoulder maxi long gown dress showing my body curves and firm cleavage with a long slit exposing my right thigh. "So this is what I look like huh!" I state while looking at myself in a full body mirror. "Give me an elegant turn darling," Robert said, my makeup artist for tonight.

Tasha stared at the peach dress hanging from her closet door while chewing on her nails. It was soft, feminine. A dress that said sweet, not easy. She liked it. Loved it, even. But Debby hated it. "You are not wearing that," Debby declared, flopping belly-first onto the bed like a judge striking a gavel. "That's a Sunday brunch dress. We are going for Friday night fire." Tasha eyeballed her. "Really now." "Really, just hear me out," Debby said, chewing on a red Twizzler. "That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'"

Teasing the onlooking eyes a bit with the slight exposure of skin. Flower patches of peach, light pink, white and light teal colour along with patches of leafs adorned the top half of the dress, spreading out throught out bosom ress like a wine climbing up the wall. The dress puffed out flaring rest of the way, untill it touched the floor. It was beautiful indeed. Who ever had crafted the dress, definitely took his or her sweet time on it. Jade's hair was done into an updo with the front hairs twisted loosely on both sides, small butterfly clips pinned into them, while the baby hairs framed her face.

Morgan smirked. “Yes!” I declared. Morgan walked over to the cabinet next to the snake dress. “Your dress is called ‘Eve’, so what’s more fitting than Biscuit being the apple of my eye?” Morgan beamed and opened the cabinet. “OH MY GOD!” I squealed. “Morgan! It is so adorable!” In the cabinet was a smart-looking textured dog jacket with a little beret. The whole outfit was apple red, and the beret had what looked like an apple stem on the top of it.