Dressrosa Robin Novels & Stories

Robyn asks, biting her bottom lip as she smirks at me. Did she do this on purpose? Did she pick out this dress just to torture me in a fundraising event? I always love a woman in a red dress. There’s something about a woman dressed in red that’s both dangerous, alluring, and seductive. And Robyn happened to wear a fucking red dress with a deep V-neck that exposes her smooth breasts and a high split that shows off her curves and thick thighs. The minute I laid eyes on her when she walked in, my cock jumped in my pants and all I wanted to do at that moment was steal her away to someplace quiet and do things to her.

I told him and sat on my sofa and took hold of my phone and he tossed my clothes on my bed and grunt. "Suit yourself then!" He said with a clenched fist and left my room banging the door and I snigger, seeing Robin angry in a cute way was amusing. I walked over to my window and glanced down to see Robin driving out of the mansion "I must have angered him." I turned around and saw the dress he had left on the bed, it was a blue dress that matches my eyes colour, it's one of the dresses my mother got for me when I was about to come to the city, it was a beautiful dress so I took it up and smiled thinking back at how Robin had held it up for me.

|| Author Pov || Rosa bit her lips looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes scanned her body, lining with a cute dress, Is everything Perfect! She felt extremely happy thinking, she wore her most favourite dress. It has a thin strap with red roses printed on it's soft baby pink colour. Yet, the baby pink coloured dress looks extremely perfect and cute on her. It reaches till her knees. Rosa pouted when he again interrupted in her thoughts. All she think's about is Killian Salvatore.

The air was thick with anticipation as the couple stepped inside. Rose seemed unexpectedly cheerful, radiating a vibrant energy that matched her attire. She wore a stunning red dress that flowed gracefully with every step she took. The dress accentuated her natural beauty, highlighting her curves and giving her an air of confidence. Her lips were adorned with a luscious shade of brown nude, making them even more enticing. She completed her look with a pair of low flat-heeled shoes that provided both comfort and style.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

Feeling refreshed and revitalised, I wrap my body in the towel and saunter out to the bedroom. I'm not totally surprised when I see Rosa in my bedroom. She smiles at me as I enter and continues straightening the bedsheet of the four-poster bed. "Wear that. It's a lovely colour don't you think?" she points at a teal coloured dress which hangs from a hook. Wordlessly, I pick the dress off the hook and discover a piece of lacy material hung behind the dress. It's a skimpy pair of knickers in pastel peach colour. I slip it on and pull the dress over my head.

Could I bear the thought of being the one who let them down? Lost in my internal debate, I barely noticed as the palace maids dressed me. They had chosen an elegant robe for me, one that was fit for a royal occasion. It was made of the finest silk, a shimmering azure that seemed to capture the essence of the deep ocean. Intricate embroidery adorned the edges, forming delicate patterns of sea creatures and exotic flora. The robe flowed gracefully, its hem brushing the marble floor of the closet.

My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face. "Get me a chair." he instructed the scantily dressed woman, Bella, in that same brisk voice he had used earlier. My head was lowered, so I could see their feet. He wore a thick, heavy looking boot that was quite dusty. I raised up my head to look into his face, there was a slight smirk etched there, just by the corner of his lips. "I'm sure that by now you'd have understand what has happened in the past hour. " The ropes in his hands looked new, I gulped down saliva noisily.

I think this day will be a little extra special for both of us, yet she looks so casual. “What? Do you expect me to wear a gown?” The tigress is finally awake; the innocence that she displays when we are eating breakfast this morning is gone. “No, that's fine, let’s go. We don't want to make the judge wait.” Robin is a puzzle I can never solve; she’s full of bizarre. Like a sea current very unstable and dangerous. “Get in the car.” “You’ll drive?” Her golden eyes demand a quick response. I nod, “Yes.”

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.