Dressrosa Robin Novels & Stories

She looked at her dress only to see herself wearing a corset. ‘What the heck’ ivy exclaimed as she stared at the beautiful blue gown on her body. She struggled to stand up from the bed and at last she stood up. She noticed something different about her nails, she had her nail polished with gold but why are they suddenly silver. If this was a prank that Ivan and her friends are trying to pull on her, she was going to yank their hair until it falls out. She saw a mirror and quickly but carefully walked to it and looked at her reflection.

"But tonight is a formal state dinner. We must ensure the Amber Court looks flawless." Marta nodded approvingly, her experienced hands working quickly to wash Rosalie's long, fiery hair with the scent of sweet vanilla and crushed pearls. For the dinner, the three maids chose a breathtaking crimson silk gown. It was a masterpiece of royal tailoring, featuring a structured, off-the-shoulder neckline that elegantly exposed her collarbones and a heavy, sweeping skirt that pooled around her feet like liquid fire. The deep red color contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and vibrant jade eyes, making her look every bit the powerful Queen she was becoming.

If she wanted me close because of what my presence added to her circle, then I wanted her close enough to poison her thoughts. A knock came at the door. "Come in." Rosa entered, followed by two maids carrying three dresses on hangers. The fabrics were rich, deep burgundy, midnight black, a dark, shimmering emerald green. They hung them carefully along the wardrobe rack. "We've picked the dresses like you've instructed." Rosa said quietly.

It was a fishtail gown, the same one as I had ordered. When I placed the order, I was told it was the only one of its kind in the country. So, how did Robin have one? Shipped overnight from abroad? Owen was clearly trying to make me uncomfortable. Sure enough, as soon as Robin saw me, her smile vanished. She bit her lip and whispered something to Owen, who then turned to look at me. In high heels, Robin strutted over and glared at me. "Did you send someone to find out what dress Owen bought for me, just so you could copy it?"

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.

“Roberto? Are you done with me, yet?” Rose let out a soft groan as she embraces Roberto from behind. “There's no need to utter lies, Roberto. I saw everything with my bare eyes” Alice yelps, with her arms trembling. “Get lost, Rose,” Roberto yells. “Alright. I can't wait to have you soon.” Rose uttered, she cleaned up, puts on her black lingerie, and covers her nakedness with her white jacket which is every doctor's uniform.

I slip into the pink satin floral dress, the fabric sliding over my skin like a whisper. Feminine. Delicate. A lie. My hair goes up into a neat updo, every strand pinned and perfect, because God forbid anyone sees a single flaw. The Tom Ford bag waits for me by the vanity, Rosie’s gift. My lips soften into a reluctant smile. Rosie had squealed when she’d handed it over, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. “Because every queen needs her crown, and this is yours,” she’d said. Rosie, the only person in my world who doesn’t want anything from me except maybe to see me happy.

Then, I draw a small line with the eyeliner before curling my lashes and contour my face I finish off with a nude coloured lipstick—which enhances my blue eyes. I am actually surprised by the fact that I somehow look beautiful. For once, I feel like my past didn't matter—like I'm actually starting fresh. I immediately turn to look at the door as I hear someone knocking on the other side, ''Rose?'' Elliot pushes the door open, he eyes my face before looking down at my dress. All of a sudden, he smiles—more like in awe. My cheeks start to heat up as he quickly regain his consciousness by clearing his throat, ''Hans is already waiting for you downstairs.'' Then, he quickly close back the door;

As Rose went inside the closet and close the door, his expression again changed into solemn. He looked around the room and felt a sharp pain in his heart. Though he came to spend some time here alone, only at the grave of his mother, he never wanted to step in this house. Rose got changed in the change room of the closet and glance at herself in the mirror. A top-end, long, boat-neck, sleeveless white party gown is perfectly fitting at her perfect hour-glass figure. "Not bad, little Alex has a wonderful taste in women's clothing." Rose mumbles.

She master perfectly well to drove herself and she was already in the sitting room to give the eye it's normal food of the day since she had no way going at the moment to go. See holds the remote really tight pressing and selecting her own preferred movies channels to watch. Rosela wore a tight and short skirt gin with a canvas that she used a tightening rob hole to tight it well, one that doesn't even match with the top blaws she was wearing. Rosela uses a dim green colour of shirt, a white canvas combine with a pink rob on its hole to tighten its well and a red top to go with. For her mind she is done with swarge. Rosela was a young girl that wasn't allowed as every normal young lady to al