Fashion Novel Novels & Stories

In her dream, Nattie’s expensive designer frock was so exquisitely sheer and thin that his fingers burned warm where they touched. In real life, she knew very well that Mr Lawson was a sophisticated and discerning man with impeccable manners; but in fantasyland it was perfectly okay that he behave like an adolescent sex fiend and feel her up at every available opportunity. Within seconds of the car moving off, he was peeling down the top of her cocktail dress and baring her soft warm breasts. Cocktail dress? Nattie asked of her dreaming self, knowing she’d never actually worn one and probably wouldn’t ever want to. In the same way that she’d never ever bother to put up her soft blonde locks

I hear Cassie giggle and Aiden snort at his own suppressed laughter. “Oh, it’s not like you and Aiden didn’t just play tonsil hockey a minute ago!”Cassie laughs patting Adia on the shoulder over the back seat. We spend the afternoon at the Met and Nova does allow me to buy them a book about fashion and costuming through the ages. Not something as glamorous as I would love to shower them with, but it was the only thing they would allow me to buy them. I want to drape them in luxury and shower them in fine jewelry and high end fashion. I know they have superb taste.

Even as Vivienne kissed me and began ranting about what to wear for dinner tonight, I still felt empty. I couldn’t stop thinking about her face, especially these hazel eyes that accentuated her innocence; the same eyes that looked at me longingly as we made love for the first time… ‘Sebastian!’ I snapped out of my thoughts as Vivienne snapped her fingers at me. She held two dresses in front of me. ‘These are from Fashion Nova. Red or green, which should I wear?’ I didn’t care what she wore; she might look like a princess from the Indies, but she wasn’t Liora.

I was required to do well in school, stay pure, which meant don’t hang out with boys, get classes in decorum, dancing, party planning, budget management, and everything else that was really boring to a teenage girl. My parents would fill my schedule, making it impossible for me to maintain friendships, and the only free time I had I would spend reading books. My favorites were romance novels from the 19th century. It was the exact opposite of life inside the Mystic Shadow Pack. Women in Jane Austen’s novels were fully dressed, and even showing an ankle could be scandalous, but here men and women were naked half the time, and other times they were dressed in skimpy clothes. People would shift

Noelle The gown on the bed looked like it belonged in someone else’s life, not mine. Definitely not mine. It was silk in the color of poured wine, with a neckline that dared too much, and diamonds that glinted like promises I didn’t remember agreeing to. Like a contract I didn't agree to. I stood there in Damian’s walk-in closet, no, our closet now, apparently, surrounded by clothes that screamed wealth, control, and danger. Even the air felt expensive, and I only felt like a gaping goldfish just waiting to swim in the shark tank.

The name of a certain novel came inside of her mind— The Lady's Possessive Prince— and thinking about it, she found it funny how she had to dream about the novel now. The novel was quite popular amongst her workmates, and the reason she took interest in it was because of how the female lead had the same name to her— 'Seraphine'. Reading it, Seraphine got to learn how it took place in the western historical setting, and the era wasn't quite clear to her. The story centered around the female lead, 'Seraphine'. Like all the female lead, 'Seraphine' was kind and well-liked by most around her, and throughout the story, she gained love of more people.

Right. Such feelings could only be described as sweetness and fantasy. There was a cloakroom in the main bedroom of Nova's Mansion which was filled with luxurious products. There was a whole cabinet full of shoes, three closets beside it, and a glass cabinet in the middle containing her ornaments and luxurious watches. At this moment, Nova was looking warily for the skirt she wore tonight. Tonight, she would definitely surpass the other in terms of looks, and at the same time, she would show her elegance and nobility.

“The concept was fabulous. Elani was trying to turn the concepts of fashion upside down, so he put the humans in positions of obvious strength and leadership and the wolves in positions where they were being supported or even flying. The clothes were so light and delicate. It was perfect.” “What’s the magazine?” I asked, noting that Hans had let Miss Carmen in through the front door. In a moment, I heard her feet on the stairs. “Madame Figaro, which usually doesn’t go so all-out for a shoot, but it went splendidly.” She turned slightly and looked delighted. “Perfect!” Zane and I turned as well to see Chloe in her new dress. Personally, I thought she looked like she was being eaten by a giant

Everywhere I looked, there were stunning mannequins dressed in ensembles that seemed to come alive, showcasing the cutting-edge fashion that was ready to redefine elegance. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from chic cafes nestled between stores, offering a moment of respite for weary shoppers. This fashion haven was a tapestry of elegance, creativity, and the promise of transforming anyone into a style icon. I used to love shopping a lot, especially with Candice and as I rushed to the lingerie store, I realized that I hadn't truly been myself since Annie came to the pack. The light had truly left my eyes and I was busy wallowing in self-pity instead of trying to move on with life.