Dress-up Darling Chapter Novels & Stories

Carma queried sarcastically. “Right?” Delfina grunted her agreement. “He also made a face when I told him I bought my dress at a thrift store, and it was second hand. It’s gorgeous Carma. I mean stunningly beautiful. It was a steal. There was a stain on it and my cousin Caprice knew she could get it off and she did. The dress was easily worth a grand and I got it for fifty bucks. The minute he knew it was second hand he seemed different, and I can’t let it go.” “Why keep dating him?”

Charlie prepared a brand new girlish sport car worth billions of dollars. A lot of people weren't invited, just Ria's classmates, some of their teachers and few other celebrities. The whole place was beautifully decorated. Loud music was playing. Ria in her new room was being dressed up by her stylist. After clothing her with her pink Barbie dress, a crown was worn on her tiny head to make her a perfect princess. Her heels weren't left out, even her princess bag. After all the preparing, it was time for the occasion to fully begin.

Some of the fabric of the bodice of my pretty silver dress has also been melted away. She stalks backwards and away from me as I approach, still staring wide-eyed at the burn on my special dress caused by the box iron. The medal for the most clumsy human to walk the earth will go to her, Tara Darlington, without effort. This is the dress Jacob will see me wearing and desire me. The royal tailor made it perfectly for this day and for me to hex my Alpha's eyes alone. Now it's gone. Few hours to his return and I have no clothes to wear.

Setting the picture down I look at my old bed and see something I never expected in my room. A beautiful white short strapless dress with a black belt around the center. The bottom was like a tutu and ruffled out while the top had a slight heart shape to it. A small note laying on top of it. I slowly pick up the note and read it. 'Dear little Zara, I know today is your birthday. I would like you to wear this dress for your party. You will look ravishing my darling.' Who could it be? Is it someone in the pack house? I don't think my mom would give me anything and I don't have any other friends or family in this pack other then my mothers beloved son.

Darcy was talking on his phone. Jane sat next to Charles. Lydia was the next in, which meant that I had to sit next to Mr. Darcy. He had dressed for the club and looked sexy as sin. He wore dark pants with a matching dress jacket. A crisp white button dress shirt peeked out from underneath his jacket, but he'd left it unbuttoned, giving him an easy, devilish look. If I didn't know that his personality was not as handsome, I would have been very attracted to him.

Thankfully, Darian was by my side throughout the day, offering sweet words to calm my nerves. I always knew he was my mate, but to actually feel this bond between us now and those sparks that everyone talked about, it was amazing. "Are you ready?" Aeryn asked. All the women had gotten dressed together, and I loved how we all looked. Mom and Grandma Lily had chosen fancy dress for my theme, knowing how much I liked clothing. So every one of us was wearing a ball gown in a different color and style. I couldn’t wait to see Darian in his suit.

What the hell was wrong with him? She was twisting her hair and looked behind her as Darya slipped into her room. “What?” “I’m going to help you get dressed up. You’re going to look like a sexy piece of ass he’s never going to nail. Bastard.” Darya held up a dress from her own wardrobe. “Remember when we found this in the vintage shop? Well tonight’s the night.” Magda inhaled sharply. “Isn’t that a bit risqué?” “Yup,” Darya grinned evilly. “If you move the wrong way, your ass crack will show. Let him see what he’s never going to tap.”

Shopping is exhausting, but fun. The first few stores we try, Megan can't find a single dress that interests her. In the third store, she finds a few things to try on but decides against them. As she searches for herself, I half-heartedly keep an eye out for a dress for myself. But mostly I focus on helping Megan find her perfect dress. We are in our fourth store and Megan is flicking through a rack of dresses and dismissing them just as quickly. I'm quite tired, I don't go out often other than for work and the threads floating around me are distracting. I do wish that I could turn my abilities off and on. A switch would be useful, or a button. Feeling a headache coming on, I decide to step

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss Daria woke me at 6:30 AM by opening my curtains. “You’re expected downstairs in twenty minutes,” she said, setting a garment bag on the bed. “Signor De Santis wants you presentable.” Presentable. Like I was a painting he was loaning out. The garment bag held a black dress. Not the red silk from last night. This one had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit that stopped at mid-thigh. Conservative, for Alessandro. It fit like it had been measured to my skin.