Dress Story Novels & Stories

My heart skips a beat as I carefully tear away the wrapping, revealing the dress inside. My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I look at the dress. It’s stunning. The dress is a deep, vibrant shade of red that shimmers under the light. The fabric feels soft and luxurious to the touch, flowing effortlessly in my hands. It’s an off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice that flares out gently, not too dramatic but elegant. The intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and hem is what catches my eye next. Delicate vines and floral patterns are woven into the fabric, giving the dress a regal, almost ethereal feel.

After all, it would be our first dinner date? Hopefully, the others won't come barging into our special dinner. But when I opened my closet after I took a bath, I become dejected. Why.... Why do I only buy t-shirts and hoodies?! I don't even have a single dress! And the summer dress I wore yesterday can't be worn today. Agh. My eyes went down until I saw a box. It was the sexy dress that Layla gave me before. I never used it. She said she bought it in the wrong size when she actually bought it for me.

Jared urged excitedly. Jared let out a wolf whistle when I stepped out from the dressing room, wearing the white dress. The dress looked better on me than it did on the mannequin and Nathan had done an excellent job. The dress reached until my midthigh and it wasn’t too short that it would be inappropriate for the engagement party where we’ll have a lot of family over to celebrate. The straps were thin and only made the plunge seem far more dramatic. I wasn’t someone who had big breasts so the dress seemed very tasteful from the front because there was no serious cleavage, you could only see my collarbones and the sides of my breasts peeked out a little.

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"How did he know my exact measurements for everything? It’s like this dress was made just for me." Brandon smiled, a touch of pride in his voice. "Ethan pays attention to details, that’s for sure." Britney’s dress was a deep blue velvet that fit her like a second skin, highlighting every curve. The strapless design and sweetheart neckline framed her shoulders and collarbones perfectly. The bodice had a subtle ruching that added texture without overwhelming the sleek silhouette.

She was going to make the son of a bitch pay. She slipped into the dress and stared gaping at the image in front of her in the mirror hanging on the back of her closet door. “Uh, Darya, my boobs aren’t staying in this thing.” She called out loudly, “also my ass is almost out.” The dress was black, shimmering and to the floor, which is the direction the cleavage on both her chest and ass were headed. The dress was cut so low in both places she was sure one good sneeze and everything she’d ever been blessed with would be on full display.

The girl engaged to the almighty Santos. "Miss Moretti," she said, her voice warm. "How can I help you?" "I need a dress," I said. "For a dinner tonight." "This way!" She smiled gleefully and led me deeper into the store. The dress found me before I found it. It was hanging on a display near the back, deep red like blood, with a fitted bodice and a skirt that flowed like water. Simple. Elegant. Powerful. I touched the fabric, and it was soft under my fingers.

Rory calls out to Oscar. "Bye boss," Kenedi repeats after her uncle copies any of us and pretends to be an older baby than she is. We started by trying some of the dresses already available in the shop, so I could take an idea of what I wanted and needed, my dress would be costume made, but first I had to pick a style. The first dress was a skin-tight dress, a thing that wasn't to my taste, a lace dress, it showed everything, my body was a well-toned body, I worked very hard for my body, I workout all the time, I'm a trainer warrior, playing Volly is most of my workout, along with the weight lifting I and Oscar do when the princess sleeps.

“That dress costs twenty-five thousand dollars. No one has bought the design. It was released a few days ago.” Emily didn’t flinch. She trusted the card she was holding. “Just get it for me. You are not the one paying. As long as I can pay, I don’t think there’s a problem here.” Stacey stared at her for a moment in disbelief before saying, “Alright, I will see how you will pay for all of this.” Stacey pulled the dress from the rack and turned to her. "Are we getting more clothes?" "No, I'm done." Emily replied.

He instructed before storming off. I sighed and dragged myself to the bathroom. I felt sad that he couldn't wait for me to get dressed. After showering I got busy with getting dressed, my dress had already picked out Tyler, according to him how we are dressed is enough to boost up the pack's reputation. It was a sequined black dress that trailed to the ground with a high slit by the side. It had a gathered front that was held by a small strap, leaving my back open.