Fashion Novel Novels & Stories

She muttered under her breath. **************************** ASHLEY’S FASHION HUB Just in time, Nelson parked the car in front of a building. Ashley’s fashion hub, was boldly designed on the building heading. “Wow!" Raven awed at the building when they got in. It was really beautiful, and the clothes in it was to die for. What caught her attention the most was the bridal dresses section. The white cotton and chiffon materials and several beautiful cut out designs with pretty embeddings as pearls and stones made the clothes look heavenly. She had to admit Ashley knew her onions well enough.

Faith could imagine Sol's face when he was told to give up the keys. Faith had nothing particular in mind regarding her dress, but her sisters surely did. Winter and Caren left her to scout on her own as they started their own hunt. Faith immediately got lost in the part of the store with long gowns and knee-length dresses. The more she walked, more beautiful the dresses appeared to be. From gentle pastles to dark bold colours, everything was made to give the wearer a premium look. She touched the soft chiffon fabric of a dark purple colour and giggled at the tickling feeling on her palm. It was the smoothest fabric she had ever touched!

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

“Th-this dress, Miss Fuschia? Are you sure you want to wear this dress in the palace?” I pointed to a bone-white dress with an off-shoulder model. In this kingdom, female fashion models with styles that exposed the skin are new things. There are still many ladies who oppose this fashion. Because they believe, noblewomen should not reveal their skin carelessly to maintain their honor and dignity. 'Screw that. I'm a human who once lived in the 21st century. Even though it's a different world, I don't want to live by paying attention to what other people say anymore. I will live as I please!’

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

She hissed as she slid in beside me, looping her arm through mine. "How can you condemn a man you had just met?" I countered and strolled on. I watched every woman around us, instantly noting the way they dressed and carried themselves. We had no place within their ranks, it was obvious. Layers upon layers of fabric swished on just one woman. Her bust was fully covered, hair tightly pinned down beneath a big hat. Even her arms were trapped within fabric. What a pitiful excuse for something called fashion. Many more deceased countries had far better taste, yet they met their doom. A pity.

I recalled that the novel was written by an African novelist I allowed them to guide me into the dressing area, where they began their work. My gown was shimmering silver, long, and flowing with such delicate embroidery along the finishes that it felt soft against my skin even while being light-weighted but powerful. They braided my hair into beautiful styles while using silver pins to hold it; and they placed a very lightweight necklace around my neck-the same as Luna's representative for strength. "You look beautiful," one of the maids said with a grin.

She had probably come out without a jacket again, wearing something way too short and skimpy, and not giving a crap that it was late in the season and exposure was something that could kill her. The girl needed constant supervision. Her love of current fashion irritated him when trends were all skimp and skin. Right now, women were wearing less and less, and he hated that Sophie followed the trend of leaving little to the imagination. She was a complete fashion addict; clothes were her life, even when they were barely scraps of fabric on her.

"It's fine. I have a plan. Everything will proceed as usual, so don't worry." She pulled Jay aside and whispered something into his ear. Jay nodded and looked at Faye with admiration. Faye's combination of a dress with a shawl tied around her neck may seem unconventional, but it symbolized the latest trend on a fashion show. Indeed, after this, high society began to adopt the combination of strapless gowns and shawls, and the trend became a global sensation—but that's a story for another time. Faye entered the dressing room and found her personal makeup artist, Candy.