Cinderella's Dress Is White Novels & Stories

It was like something out of Cinderella, or a Victorian-era movie. There were people everywhere, all in fancy dress. Their clothes were more in focus than their faces. Jenna wore a beautiful dress with intricate embroidery. The beautiful pattern was clear, even within the dream as were Jenna's necklace and earrings. Tracy watched as they danced with each other, but in a dream-like trance.

Delicate lace covered the bodice, and the skirt was full and made of tulle, over top a satin underskirt, and it had a cathedral-length train that dragged lightly across the floor behind her. As she looked in the mirror, it showed off her small waist and curves. Then she blew her hair dry, styled it into waves over my shoulders, and applied light makeup, feeling like Cinderella preparing to go to the ball. Then she topped it off with white silk stilettos and stood on the balcony when Zain walked out, giving him a little privacy so he could get ready, too.

He needs to go through the Lycan history books or meet a witch. She wore a white dress that looked like royalty. Unlike Adira’s white dress, Lenora’s white dress is different. It’s a white long sleeve dress that hugged her body above her waist tightly showing her shapely breasts. The golden leaves crept around her chest and then like a creeper tree the leaves crept down the skirt in a line making her look like an angel descended from heaven.

"You weren't required to." "I wanted to, so please take it and wear it today." "I appreciate it." "Since you have company, I'll see you in the hall later." "I'm not going to escort you out," she said. She smiled as she watched the young princess leave the room and saw the look, she gave Dylan. Dylan returned to the bed after Nia had left, and she asked him to assist her in removing the dress. The dress was stunning; it was white with black roses imprinted on it.

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

If not, there's a chance I'll never even hold, let alone see my own baby. "Coming in!" Linda chimes and I awake from my thoughts. Guess it's time to lose my dignity! Yay.... ~~~ A long few hours later... Finally, after a whole bottle of sparkling apple cider, two bottles of actual champagne and one too many dresses, I finally make a decision. It's a long-trained, silky white dress with a low-cut top of lace flowers and shoulder straps. The train and bottom part are just as beautiful as the top, so much so, I'm not sure how I'm only going to be able to wear it once in my life.

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

It was one of my golden rules. When all the staff was about to throw in the towel or kill me ( I was not sure about it), a dress appeared that could change the night. It was white, long, with a very long and wide cascading sleeve and the other side was bare. The chest was the only thing fitted, the rest fell and flowed through my body like a stream. She was going to go pretty to the funeral that was being organized.

A white dress, just like the tale from the girl with Cinders. It was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen— a sweetheart neckline, embedded with rhinestones, just at the waistline, going down the floor, like a powerful carpet. While Caspian was dressed as a royal pirate. Didn’t make any sense, but he insisted his attire came richly from a Captain’s cap, trousers, cloth, jacket and literally everything including the majestic boots. My mate looked just as if he stepped out of a contemporary romance novel. As a prince charming would, even though it was far from that…

“Do I look like a princess?” I smiled and nodded. “You look more than a princess. You look like a fairy.” She beamed at me and hopped up on my bed. “Mommy is fixing her makeup! The maids said her dress is prettier than anything, it’s whiter and brighter than moonlight!” I closed my eyes tightly, understanding. I’d seen the dress — long, flowing, whiter than white with tiny silver beads that glinted under lights. I had never seen Mommy so pretty… or so scared.