Crimson Gown Novels & Stories

I brought it with Crimson in mind, the color of the sheer fabric was close to his eyes when they turned that deep shade of blood red. The dress was full-length, perfect for a coronation ball. Its haltered strap left my back bare, the neckline dipped with a deep V. And small clear jewels encrusted the bodice of the dress. My had grown out and was now shoulder length. I had it dyed black last night, with a few dark red highlights, to cover its natural bright orange. Satisfied with my appearance and finally emerged from the bathroom. “Whoa!” Mason gave a low whistle, and his eyes greedily ate me up. I smiled, scrunching my nose at his obvious ogling.

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

Although she was yet to tell him of course. She had chosen one of her new gowns that were in the colours of House Storm, black, silver and red. She hoped Declan noticed the subtle gesture, even if House Storm was a forgotten house, she would not... she smiled sadly hoping she could ease the pain in his heart and help him find the closure he needed, be it in the form of the truth. The strapless gown was a shimmering black and silver that showed off some cleavage, the dress was fitted to her thighs and then flowed out to the floor, silver diamonds were sprinkles over the dress, and hemmed the dress. She had paired it with silver gloves, and jewellery set with red diamonds.

we don't care about your name please just lead the way to you best clothe line "I cut in and he nodded " okay this at then "he said taking to a roll filled with most impressive and magnificent cloths with fabulous design. to tell you the truth I was taken aback . "woa this is fantastic " Zola shrieked with eyes wide open . after walking for a while I finally found something unique ,a gown blood red design with purple crystallin stones . the gown was an armless type and damn it sure looks expensive "how much for that " I ask pointing at it and he gasped

•HIS REAL NEW LIFE• A man is silently walking around a house like some kind of a ghost, he's clad in a black cloak with a hood over his head and a sharp steel knife in his hand, portraying the figure of a creature that takes life from a living. A woman is silently staring at him, clad in a blood stained white dress, her hair covers her whole face. She's unmoving and not even breathing but her eyes are on him, waiting for him to come closer.

She lifted the heavy lid of the box. Folded delicately inside layers of black tissue paper was a breathtaking, floor-length, backless gown made of heavy liquid-silk in a deep, rich shade of crimson red. Resting exactly on top of the dress was a thick, cream-colored cardstock note with one word written in sharp, bold black ink. Terrace.

Farah's voice echoed through the chamber, and the maids scrambled to comply, managing to offer a hurried greeting to the Countess as they rushed past. Kaerlia approached the chamber and knocked gently, then entered to find Farah dressed in her striking red coronation gown. Farah's dress was a magnificent creation, made of stunning crimson silk. The bodice was adorned with intricate gold and silver embroidery, with an off-shoulder neckline that added a touch of allure. The gown flowed gracefully with a voluminous skirt and a train embellished with ornate patterns and beadwork, befitting her soon-to-be role as a powerful queen.

No one does. I believe the cause of my present predicament was the pink native lace gown I wore which showed too much bust than I wanted to really have out. It was a matching outfit with Felicia’s and Taiwo’s, and we never wore it because I had complained that it itched me in places where it made contact with my skin after the tailor brought it some long weeks ago and we tested it on. The urgency of the situation had made us unable to come up with anything other alternative, as Felicia would not have us wearing anything but a new and matching dress to this party, and the boys on their part also wore matching white Agbada with black designs as with father.

As the delicate fabric spilled from the wrapping, Hazel's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the stunning gown nestled within. The gown was a vibrant shade of crimson, its fabric flowing like liquid silk as she lifted it from the packaging. The bodice was intricately adorned with delicate lace, its sheer panels teasing glimpses of skin beneath. The neckline plunged daringly, accentuating her curves with effortless allure. Hazel took a deep breath and pressed her lips together, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She glanced at the clock, the ticking of its hands echoing the urgency of the decision she had to make. With a determined exhale, she turned her attention back to the

That way, it could be pronounced that we had become husband and wife. Yet, none of us had moved. The air felt very awkward. I was wearing a sheer satin nightgown as I was staring at my new husband. Meanwhile, the Crimson Warrior didn't even show his face to me during the wedding ceremony until now. He still wore his crimson-colored armor from the wedding ceremony. I couldn't help but blurt a question, "Will you wear your armor when we do it?" The Crimson Warrior then laughed. His laugh made me laugh too. It seemed that we had broken the tension.