Dressrosa Nami Novels & Stories

Romario scoffed, refusing to spare her a glance, knowing it would only lead to more conflict. Just then, the main entrance burst open dramatically, and Leonardo entered with a smug look, followed by a woman in a long black bodycon dress. Her heels clicked on the floor, and Allison recognized her as Romario's friend, Namiro. Namiro casually strolled in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Romario, and she offered him a smile. Romario was taken aback by Namiro's sudden arrival, wondering what she was doing there so early, and why she had brought luggage.

After a short while before she can even look herself properly in the mirror, Rosa is told that she needs to dress up. It's a pink dress and it's beautiful. It's long and a bit puffy, but not too much that she can't move properly. The dress is embroidered with jewels that Rosa is sure that are real because when she wears the dress, it's quite heavy. They've also given her a pair of black sandals that matches perfectly with the dress. A bit more time is spent on her hair and finally, they announce that it's done. “Your daughter is such a doll and I'm glad she's Arnold's mate.” Rita tells Rosalie's mother who giggles along with her.

But it was literally the same exact dress I had just put on Ambrosia, it was just in bronze instead. “What’s so funny?” He asked me. I looked at Ambrosia who was smiling so big. She nodded to me. I snapped and put her in the rose gold dress. Ramses lost his shit. “No fucking way!” He said, pushing Jade to go stand over by Ambrosia. They were literally in the same dress, but just different colors. The girls posed and Ramses pretended to snap photos of them while they laughed about having the same dress with eachother.

Rosa stared at her reflection, lifting her chin slightly as she applied the final stroke of lipstick. She brushed a hand over her styled red-brown natural hair, smoothing it carefully. Nikolai had promised he would come home early tonight after coming home late last night. Everything was going on perfectly for her since the accident, it seemed like he had amnesia or something, because he was treating her way better than before. She adjusted the straps of her elegant dress, checking the angle of every curl and every line of makeup. She took her seduction spray and applied it just enough to make him go crazy at a glance. She wanted to look perfect before him.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

So they jump and run at him with a killing vibe. [ Pity him ] After 2 hours of waiting, they became hungry. Then suddenly, five women with new faces and clothing entered the room. "Wow!" Jin, Lewis, and the Principal looked at them with awe. "Is that you Nami?" Lewis looked at the girl who wore purple Saree's. "Umm... Yes." Nami said. "How do I look?" Ole interrupted. She wore a vibe and a happy face. She was cute in that looks.

She gasped as she revealed the stunning dress underneath, its intricate details and soft hues taking her breath away. "Awwww, did he order this for me?" Naya's voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushing with delight. She felt like the princess that she was, her heart overflowing with joy and gratitude. The dress seemed to shimmer in the light, its beauty and elegance reflecting the love and thoughtfulness that Damien had put into selecting it.

When it came to popularity, beauty, wealth, and status for girls here at Diamond Academy, at the top were the 4S Beauties, the 'S' standing for seasons, due to how each girl's appearance reminded people of a specific season. Starting first with Natsumi Summer, the one who spoke before and was currently glaring at both Mai and Maria in her red dress, embroidered with pink rose designs, as she arrogantly flipped her long curly hair that was a beautiful ombre of pink and reddish orange. Vividly reminding one of a sunset, it was styled into a fancy high ponytail. From what Maria recalled, Natsumi was written as overbearing and fierce like the unbearable sun during summer. She was the daughter of

He smiled, "You came for me, again, my Queen." Lorcan lifted the blankets so Niamh could get comfortable beside him. She made sure she was gentle with the king that night, and they both slept soundly until morning. Once the sun rose, and the King and Queen were roused, final preparations were made. Niamh was brought to her chambers to dress. Niamh's flaming red hair was braided and pulled back into an elegant style. Her dress was the color of a summer stream, soft and fitting to her body at the top, with dignified flaring below her waist. When she moved, the dress shimmered like it was covered in hundreds of dew drops.

Monica remembered that this should be the name of this girl. Nanami is a petite teen girl with average height and build, standing at 158cm. She is beautiful and has a D cup. She has a fair and light complexion, long, straight, brown hair that is usually tied up into a ponytail, and she has goldish-brown eyes. Looking at Nanami, Monica felt confused, wondering whether this heroine had a cataract or something. In truth, except for "Yasashi" (kind), he didn't see Sorata's charm points, or rather, there was nothing besides this "Yasashi".