Femme Fatale Dress To Impress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Madrigal Group’s ambiance is so boring. You really need a touch of my taste,” she said with a loud, confident tone, eyes roaming around the office like she owned it. Nakasuot siya ng dark red velvet dress, fit na fit sa maputi’t perpektong katawan niya. Louis Vuitton heels. Prada bag. At ang lipstick niyang pula na kasing tapang ng presensiya niyang parang bagyong paparating.

Hindi ko rin naman masisi ang mga tao; with his build and that stoic face, mukha talaga siyang high-end sentinel na handang manapak anytime. Tahimik lang akong nakaupo sa couch habang pinapanood ang "world war" nina Diana at Hershey tungkol sa dress na dapat kong isuot. Hinayaan ko na lang sila; minsan talaga, mas masarap panoorin ang mga fashion experts na nagbabardagulan bago ako sumawsaw. “I’m telling you, Di! Mas maganda itong Haltered White Dress kay Amara. It's giving elegance and power, bagay sa asawa ng isang hari!” giit ni Hershey habang iwinawagayway ang isang eleganteng silk dress.

Her expressive deep eyes were adorned with thick lashes, her lips are not too thin and too thick, just the right shape that’s perfect to be devoured. The woman wore a very revealing dress, a dark gray glittery high-slit halter dress that exposes her side-boob and her whole back. Her sheer dress is see-through which made her globes visible with only nipple tape to cover her peaks. Full and rounded, he’s sure of that. Her hair was curled to the side and her face is bare with makeup with only red lipstick to make her look a real seductress. “Hi, congratulation,” she offered her hand to Vira and the woman gladly took it, oblivious of the way her fiancé stared at the woman in front of them. Malak

“What if nakapag-dress up siya ng maganda at sexy?” Sa totoo lang, ang pinili niyang gown para kay Persephone ay sobrang daring, backless, mataas ang slit, at malalim ang V-neck. Konti na lang ang telang ginamit. Maraming babae ang gustong isuot iyon, pero natatakot dahil kailangan ng perpektong katawan. Kaya sinadya talaga niyang iyon ang ipasuot kay Persephone, para mapahiya ito. Habang lumalalim ang kanilang paglalambingan, hindi na nila napigilan ang isa’t isa. Pagkaraan ng ilang minuto, parehong hingal na hingal ang dalawa.

“Maybe I booked the whole place for an hour. I don’t like other people staring at what’s mine.” She hit his chest softly. “Harrison.” “What?” He chuckled. “I said I don’t like other people staring at you.” Mas lalo siyang namula. Isa-isang inilabas ng mga assistants ang mga dresses. Silk, satin, lace, diamonds sparkling sa liwanag ng ilaw. Isa sa mga iyon ay isang soft rose-gold na gown, parang hinabi mula sa paglubog ng araw. “Try this one, Azalea.” His voice softened. “It reminded me of you.”

bulong niya saakin dahilan upang mapairap na lamang ako. Nang makarating kami sa loob ng botique ay agad kong tiningnan ang mga naka-display na evening dress. And the red v neck, fish tail long elegant dress, really caught my attention. "Maaari ko bang isukat ang dress na ito?" "Yes ma'am." Nakangiting sagot ng saleslady. "This way to the fitting room ma'am." "Okay, thanks." "Are you sure with that dress? I think, it's too revealing." Damon said as he follows me in the fitting room.

“Hindi mo pa rin sinasagot ang tanong ko. Anong gagawin mo kapag nalaman niyang nagsisinungaling ka?” Hindi muna siya sumagot. Nakatuon lamang ang kanyang atensyon sa dress na kanyang sinusukat. She’s wearing a burgundy dress. The dress falls in a deep wine-red cascade, soft fabric draping effortlessly from her shoulders and gathering at the waist before flowing down to the floor. A plunging neckline adds boldness, but the silhouette stays graceful, controlled by the wrap-like bodice and the way the skirt parts just enough to reveal one leg as she moves.

“Madame V, narito na po ang kailangan ninyo,” She was the definition of “lethal elegance.” Nakasuot siya ng itim na cocktail dress na gawa sa pinakamahal na tela, ang kanyang buhok ay naka-updo nang walang kahit isang strand na wala sa lugar. Ang kanyang mga mata ay matalim, parang agila na tinitingnan ang isang maliit na kuneho. She looked down at me as if I were a piece of meat she was considering buying for a banquet.

Tama rin ang hinala ko na ganito ang reaksiyon niya. Holding a glass of wine, I looked at the city of Makati. I was standing in front of the window with my red stiletto while wearing a beautiful red dress. The dress is made from satin fabric and features ruffles along the waistline, as well as an elegant pattern throughout. My hair is styled in soft waves that frame my face. My makeup is subtle yet glamorous, with a hint of blush on my cheeks and glossy lips. I couldn't help but chuckle at Aria's candid response. Her straightforwardness was a refreshing contrast to the intricate web of secrecy that had woven itself around my life.

It was bold, unapologetic, and undeniably sensual. F–ck. Naagaw ang atensyon ko sa kanang gawi ko nang makarinig ako ng sigawan, kaya ng linungin ko iyon ay napupuno ng mga reporters sa paligid ng isang babae. She’s wearing a red dress—bold, sexy, and impossible to ignore. It hugs her curves just right, the fabric smooth and flowing with every step she takes. The neckline dips just enough to be teasing, and the slit on the side shows off a glimpse of her leg, making it even harder to look away.