Dress-up Darling Chapter Novels & Stories

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

Then Chelly joined in. I can’t figure out why they’re so pressed. That’s not Darling. I’ve known her for years. If there was even a small part of me that thought she could pull off an outfit like that, our sex life wouldn’t have been as bland as it was. Darling is a shy, hoodie-wearing girl who’s probably mourning the loss of our relationship. Not wearing slutty clothes and posting them. These guys are worrying about nothing. Besides, even if that is her— which I strongly doubt it is— why should I be worried about it?

"Darling, every dress you wear doesn't just cause traffic. It causes earthquakes." My mouth twitched. Almost a smile. "Tomorrow evening." "Tomorrow—that's impos—" "You've done impossible before." Silence. Then he laughed. "What's the occasion?" "Revenge." Longer silence. "Say no more. I'll have something ready." Next evening. My penthouse. The dress hung on the rack. Wine-red. Deep. Dark. Like blood that's been sitting. It clung everywhere. Dipped low in front. Slit up the thigh—almost to my hip.

Chapter 25 Evelyn’s POV The Valtorian Masquerade was a masterpiece of opulence and shadows. The Sterling estate in the Hamptons had been transformed into a Venetian dream, miles of silk draping, flickering candelabras, and a sea of guests hidden behind intricate masks of gold, feathers, and lace. I moved through the crowd like a specter of royalty. My dress was a structured masterpiece of midnight-blue velvet, the bodice encrusted with sapphires that caught the light with every breath.

Isadora's Pov 1 WEEK LATER, Darren had a meeting with the major and, for some reason, decided I should tag along. I had no idea what his game was, but I agreed anyway. After getting ready, I stepped out of the en suite — only to freeze at the sight on my bed. A red dress was sprawled across the bed. It looked like something out of a high-fashion magazine, deep crimson fabric shimmering under the soft lighting. Next to it, a small note in Darren's elegant handwriting : “Wear this”

“Exactly. And let’s not even talk about the way you’ve been sneaking glances at your phone like a teenager waiting for a crush to text back.” My face heated. “I have not.” “You so have.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice, playful and dangerous. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You, my darling, are going to put on that black dress that makes men forget their own names. You’re going to let him see what he’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let yourself have a break. A dinner. A laugh. A…” she smirked, “…quickie.” “Allison!” I gasped, scandalized.

If I were a successful businessman, the cops would never come looking for me even if a drug scandal happened close to me. I'm a successful businessman, so why would I want to trade in drugs? A perfect cover-up. I climbed the stairs back to my room. I was thinking of stealing a glance at what she looked like, but I stopped halfway, turned back, and went into my room. Half an hour later I was putting on my wrist watch, the last ornament to be worn for the night. I sauntered to the living room, stunned at Darcy's makeover. She was stunning, the dress revealed her curves. She was so elegant and charming.

She had the perfect surprise for them. Hours had passed and the brothers were finally returning back, they were exhausted and just wanted to get away from responsibility for a while. Even as at that, the first thing they did was to look for their mate. They entered her room and they were greeted with a romantic atmosphere and most importantly, their mate. She was dressed in alluring red and white lingerie and she dangled a choker on her fingers, twirling it mischievously. “Now this is the kind of break I'm talking about!” Darius rushed to her to steal a chaste kiss, “And what do you think you're doing, all dressed up like this.” He was just about to take a bite of her before he remembered he

Darla took the paper, then she read it. 'Put on this dress and meet me at Hyde Park at 1pm.' -Sean -- Darla came to the place Sean had mentioned. She was also wearing a gift peach colored dress. This outfit looks very formal and it makes Darla look like an office worker on a lunch break. Darla's cheeks reddened just because she imagined that being an office worker was her biggest dream. She needed a little more patience to make that happen.

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?”