Novel & Cerita Crossdress Storys

“Get out of my apartment and tell Alexander that if he wants to fight me, he’d better be ready to lose. My designs are mine. My life is mine. And he can’t take either of them away from me.” Victoria raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t argue. She tucked the folder under her arm and headed for the door. At the threshold, she paused and turned back. “Mr. Cross also wanted me to tell you – he’s moving forward with Cross Couture. The debut collection launches next month. You’ll see it everywhere.” Then she was gone, closing the door behind her with a soft click that echoed through the quiet apartment.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

“No Cass. I’m tired of everything happening to me. I want something that’s mine. Something creative. Something that doesn’t revolve around mates, councils, kings, or accelerated children who quote statistics at me.” Aretha’s mouth curves into a slow grin. “Say no more.” “I want a fashion house that isn’t just about clothes,” I continue, my hands moving as the vision forms. “I want movement pieces. Dance-inspired designs. Clothes that flow when you breathe, when you fight, when you shift.” Cassain watches me like I’m glowing. “And the publishing firm?” Aretha asks. I inhale. “Stories that don’t get told. Supernaturals who aren’t royalty. Omegas, Survivors. People who don’t get a voice because

Aldric, dressed in a sharp white suit, his limited-edition Koenigsegg covered in fresh flowers, stood at the foot of his company's headquarters, the very place where I once professed to him in a wedding dress, 143 times. He looked every bit the groom awaiting his bride, a soft intensity in his gaze as he waited in silence. Truthfully, it was the very scene I used to dream of day and night. My throat tightened, and my nose stung. Beneath the photo sat a brief news caption that cut a little deeper. "This morning, Aldric Cromwell, founder and CEO of Cromwell LLP, appeared outside the firm's global headquarters in full groom's attire alongside a flower-covered luxury vehicle, seemingly prepared

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

I outlined my plan vaguely, as I untied the string that held the dress secure. ‘Maybe you haven’t forgotten how to be a dom.’ Chesed taunted. I rolled my eyes because I was not going to even reply to him. I have better things to do. Crista gasped as I slowly pulled the fabric away, leaving her bare to me. Realization hitting me, this white lace bra and pantie set must be new. No way had Crista borrowed these. They fit her ample breasts perfectly. Which only got Chesed and me both thinking the same thing. ‘She was commando this morning.’ Chesed groaned. “Fuck…” I groaned, running a finger along the edge of the bra.

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The fact that grown men appreciated my beauty and my petite body then and they were also comfortable with sharing their own naked body with me was priceless. I used most of the money I got from chatting with them to buy very sexy clothes that covered all the parts of my body except my private parts. From bikinis to crop tops and skirt or gowns with very high slits. My collection was endless. Because of my extra hours on the phone, I did not make physical friends. I rather rot in front of my phone screen and giggle over sexual jokes than talk to people in my school. I could not have cared less, they were all faked by the way.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"