Gacha Dresses Novels & Stories

Going through each row of dresses that she might like. "Sweet!" Finally, her eyes caught one. A hot pink mini dress. Skin tight and armless. Embedded with sparkling gems all through the length. Exactly her style. "Here." She handed the gown to one of the salespeople. "Four to go." And with that, we continued. "My family is so weird." She sipped out of her empty glass of champagne, requesting for it to be refilled. "You won't believe the crazy stunts they're pulling." "What is it?" I asked. My hands intertwined with hers to keep her face from hitting the floor.

I’m not taking the fun out of shopping though, trying on dresses and looking around at everything they have there. Jade and I finally arrive at Daphney’s and Jades eyes glide right over a few racks of dresses just because they weren’t the color she liked. She’s not looking like any is catching her attention. It’s a good thing, considering that I special ordered ours and nobody else in the pack will have the same dress as us. After trying on a million different dresses and even forcing Jade to try on ones she didn’t even care for, I asked a worker to bring out our dresses. Jade was in the changing room and was completely unaware of my plan. The sales associate handed Jade this gorgeous burgun

But this Soralina would glare at him and chew him alive. Is something really wrong with my dress? Soralina thinks to herself, knowing that Agatha has more knowledge in this field than she has, which means the girl knows better than her when it comes down to these things. But in all honesty, there is nothing really wrong with the dress. While Agatha is dressed in a spaghetti strap midnight blue glitter dress with a bold v neck that reaches all the way to her stomach and a bare back, Soralina is dressed in a white dress with the a heart shape chest line and lose shoulder straps. The dress clings to her figure just like Agatha's, both of theirs tightening over the hips like a mermaids tail befo

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

A few minutes later, Emma reappeared with three dresses for me to choose from. She laid out the three dresses on the bed, each vying for my attention like pieces of art on display. The room was a canvas of possibilities, and I found myself standing before a palette of choices. The first dress, a sleek black gown, beckoned with a sophisticated allure. Its fabric seemed to whisper promises of mystery, boasting a daring low back that hinted at untold secrets. As I traced its silhouette with my fingers, I couldn't deny the subtle power it exuded.

I mumble, but she ignores me. The first gown is a deep green dress that hugs in dangerous places. Freya stares for a second, then grins. “Alex would combust. I mean, spontaneous combustion. Poof. Gone.” “Tempting,” I admit, twirling a little before remembering I’d have to actually walk in front of people next came the Third gown: champagne, soft as a cloud, covered in tiny embroidered flowers that shimmered every time I moved. I caught myself turning side to side in the mirror, like damn, maybe I could actually pull this Luna thing off.

That I could stand in a room full of predators and make them kneel without bleeding for it. ⸻ The night before the gala, Gia came into my room with a garment bag slung over her shoulder. “Your armor,” she said, tossing it onto the bed. I unzipped it and froze. The dress was black — silk that shimmered like oil under the light, its neckline sharp, its back exposed. It was power sewn into fabric. “You had this made,” I said. “Zach called it a ‘distraction,’” Gia replied with a smirk. “I call it strategy.”

With a synchronized movement, they lifted the silk cloths, revealing the contents beneath. On one tray, a beautifully wrapped box sat elegantly, adorned with intricate patterns and a delicate bow. The maid carefully opened the box, revealing a stunning, exquisite peach dress, neatly packed inside. The dress was a limited edition design from Esterlion Fashion Empire, the most renowned clothing line in the world. Emilia's eyes widened as she gazed at the dress, her heart racing with excitement.

The employee frowned and asked, "for the lady?" Bhuvi nodded. The employee respectfully lowered his head and led Glara. Bhuvi signaled to Glara to follow the employee, while he would wait there with Gama. Glara marveled at the sight in front of her. Beautiful dresses were displayed, both on the racks and in the showcases. Glara's choice fell on a beautiful peach-colored maxi dress with a V-neck, long sleeves, and a slit on the left thigh up to the knee. The dress had minimal embellishments, with only Swarovski crystals adorning the waist and collar. Simple yet elegant.

She stood outside my door, a hint of excitement in her tone. “Hmmm?” I replied, curious. “The dress just arrived!” she said, practically bubbling with anticipation. “Oh, okay!” I exclaimed, closing my wardrobe and rushing to open the door. As I came down the stairs, I was stunned by what I saw. A peach gown, designed with elegant black lines that formed beautiful, intricate patterns from the waist down to the hem. These lines were adorned with tiny diamonds, making the delicate designs shimmer and catch the light in a way that was simply breathtaking.