Dress-up Darling Chapter Novels & Stories

I would literally choose to be anywhere else. I still can't move, but there's no way that two shots could transport me to this state of black-out-drunkenness... wait, was I roofied?! Oh my fucking God, I was roofied. Shit, shit, shit, shit! Before long, we are heading into a room at the end of the upstairs hallway. It smells strangely of lavender, and it has to be the neatest fraternity bedroom I have ever seen. The carpet is clean, stainless. Pictures and accessories were lined up side by side on the spotless desk vanity. The bed looks as if a feather would bounce off of it, and as Chad plopped me down onto it, the bounciness was confirmed. Without wasting any time, he ripped down my white

They pounded cherry into paste and used it as gloss for her lips. Her lips shined beautiful red. She wore a beautiful white gown, crested with diamonds too. She wore a pair of glass slippers decorated with rubies. Her skin was shinier. She took a long bubble bath and ate a very delicious meal. She was happy but the thought of her dead parents and Alex was pulling her happiness down. She stared sadly at the mirror but she smiled, looking at how beautiful she was. If Miles saw her, he will faint. She was going to give him a big surprise. The maids had used make-up to cover all her cuts and bruises, making her perfect.

"But you are not getting anything else to wear!" Scarlett scowled and banged the door shut. She opened the cupboard again and stared inside. Those would look ridiculous on her. She took a deep unwanted breath and took out a blood red coloured dress with black lacings. She got out of her bathrobe and had so much difficulty in wearing the dress but she didn't dare call for help. In half an hour she was done. She left her hair open and got out of her room. Right on cue, Zane, Mick and Helen got out of theirs

Prisca screamed. Scarlett carefully dropped the tray on the table and gave out a loud burp. “Disgusting!” Prisca snapped. “Whatever, I can’t waste my manners on you” she cooed. “You don’t have manners at all, you should literally stop making up for yourself,” Prisca retorted. Scarlett smiled while approaching her, “let me have them!” she ordered. Prisca handed over the clothes to her without uttering a single word. Scarlett looked at the dresses one after the other and handed over a black silky gown, with diamonds sparkling all over it like stars to her, she looked at it for a moment and smiled happily.

They thought Elena will be disappointed again but this time she smiled and they are happy that she is not sad. They had their dinner and went to bed at nine..So that maElena will not feel disturbed..They know Xavier will come at 10:00 but they left soon as they can't make any excuse if by chance Xavier comes soon..Such a good and understanding friends they are..After they left Elena went to her room and got ready in full south Indian style..She wore cherry red lipstick looking hot,sexy and beautiful..

He waves me inside before turning around and walking into the dining room. I follow. Darlene is sitting at the elegantly polished table, sipping tea from my mother's antique china set. I grit my teeth. "Nicole," she says calmly, glancing at me. She's head-to-toe in Armani, impeccable and decked out with six pounds of makeup and more jewelry than would be necessary for a dinner at the White House, never mind just sitting around drinking tea in her own home. "Darlene," I say. "Welcome back, dear." Darlene reaches for the teapot, refilling her cup with a spindly, manicured claw. She stirs a spoonful of sugar into her tea and lifts it to her mouth, a red gash in her overly-powdered face.

Nancy was in her element. She moved through the space like a dancer on stage—graceful, radiant, magnetic. “Emily,” she called, holding up a flowing ivory dress with delicate beadwork. “Try this one. It’s soft, romantic. Perfect for the engagement dinner.” Emily took the dress with a polite nod, her fingers brushing the fabric. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. She didn’t belong in it. Nancy turned to Charles, who had taken a seat on one of the velvet benches, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “You’ll tell us the truth, won’t you, love? You are going to be the judge.”

Darren sneered, “Why are you pretending like that when you are here? Back then, you were the one who wanted to break off the engagement with me. Now that you have seen everything I have prepared for Hallie. Do you regret it?” However, without waiting for me to respond, Dad also comes out. Noticing that I was here, he walked over and said, “Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t come? Why did you come now? It’s good that you come. This is what you should do as a sister. However, don’t cause any trouble here. We can’t afford to pay for even a bowl of plate here.” Susan also came out, “Oh, Ailina! Let’s go in and take a look at the dressing room. Today, Darren brought three sets of jewelry and dresse

She did not need me doting on her. “Yes, of course you do,” I’d responded. That was my role in all of this. The twins had gotten me a pretty evening dress. It was off white and cut out of satin. The neck had drapes and there was no back. “Saw it and immediately thought of your bum. It will sit so well on your kind of body,” Darlene said and though I flushed, I quite agreed with her. What better way to turn Dom’s head than by making the highlight my behind? I thanked her.

She glided toward Darren with slow, measured steps, letting her nightgown part to flash the smooth skin of her thigh. Darren regarded her with an entirely flat, expressionless stare. "Get out of my way, Clarissa. I am exhausted and have no desire to entertain your delusions tonight." Clarissa did not retreat. Instead, she took another step forward, pressing her figure flush against Darren's broad chest. Her slender fingers, tipped in blood-red nail polish, slowly crept upward, tracing Darren’s chest beneath his dress shirt, which had its top two buttons undone.