Gacha Dresses Novels & Stories

He explains nonchalantly that he called them to send some dresses for me. My breath catches as I look at the collection laid out before me. There’s a deep azure gown with a plunging neckline and intricate beading that catches the light, shimmering like dew on grass at sunrise. Next to it, a sleek black dress with a high slit and a cascade of delicate lace that adds a touch of mystery and allure. There’s also a vibrant red number with an off-the-shoulder design and a flowing skirt that seems to move like liquid fire. "Neal, I only need one dress."

PEONY CRIMSON'S POV "Remember how Zedd dragged you to jail? I had to search all over the place for you, and the rogue attack arrived." Gloria helped me zip my dress. "You missed the whole festival because of that. I mean, we both were.” I stared at my reflection in the mirror without any expression on my face. Xander gifted me a navy deep v-neck dress that fit my body perfectly. The ankle-length skirt gracefully cascaded to the floor, resembling a flowing waterfall. The pearls that were stitched on its surface seemed to wink at me.

She needed to get dressed in something Gabriel would like, and perhaps take a shower first. She thought of the beautiful dresses Gabriel had bought for her—elegant, stylish outfits with large, flowing dupattas. Smiling, Hazel selected a green and gold dress from the collection, perfect for the day ahead. After a refreshing shower, she slipped into the dress, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment as she prepared to face the day with Gabriel by her side.

I gasped loudly, holding the end of my red dinner gown, as I pretended to dust out a fake stain. I watched as the woman before me gasped, her eyes wide as she stumbled back. Then she turned to face the others behind her with wide eyes and a pale face. Wanting to see if they could see what exactly she was seeing. And then she gasped loudly. Loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Your dress. This dress was obviously made by Visanchi. She posted it just a day before, and there’s only one in the world. It must have cost at least one hundred million dollars,” She screamed in amazement.

He fired. "Why are you so worked up? I thought you hated her." Gaia said and Xandros's eyes thinned darkly. "Just because I hate her doesn't mean I don't own her. She's mine and she can't be paraded that way with contempt. I won't let that happen. Switch the game, Gaia." Xandros said. "What do you want me to do?" Gaia asked in obedience. ***** "This is the dress you will be wearing for the packs tour." Diane said as she dropped the box on the bed. "It's pink. I felt it'll shine on you." She said blankly.

With any luck, she’d be out of this dead-end job and living the cushy life of a kept woman. Arriving home, Jade found the apartment dark and quiet. The only trace of Gia was the note she left on the table next to her sexiest red slip of a dress. This dress works like a charm for me every time. Good luck! Jade ran her fingers over the silky fabric and held the wispy dress up to her shoulders for a better look. The red silk would surely draw attention—if the plunging neckline didn’t get them first. Slipping out of her work clothes and into the hot little dress, Jade stood staring at her reflection. The tight, barely-there dress clung to her every curve, leaving no room for her undergarments.

"Now, let's focus on your attire..." Asterin's words are interrupted by Astrea's cheerful call. She holds up a dress, a vision in nightshade with intricate silver embellishments and alluring swirls adorning its fabric. It's reminiscent of Calia's provocative attire, albeit more modest with only subtle hints of transparency. However, the dress features daring slits on both sides, offering glimpses of my thighs. The neckline plunges into a deep V-cut, drawing attention to my midriff. "You'll steal the spotlight at the party in this," Asterin assures me, her smile mirroring her sister's enthusiasm.

For a moment, I forgot to do anything else but stare in awe. "Now, these match with your standard," the attendant said, jerking me off my subconscious state. Without waiting further, not even for instructions, she began tossing dresses at me. Various brands, luxurious designs and patterns. "Here's an Aurora gown. And this, midnight mirage. This is called the Golden Goddess made from 24-karat gold- threaded silk..." She kept mentioning as she continued to hand them to me, heightening my already stunned state. I was beyond stunned, my mouth opened ajar as I watched the dresses in dismay. I could barely wait for everything to be over.

She questions, her eyes crinkling. My brows crease in confusion. “Oh, uh…. I don’t know. It was a gift.” Her eyes widen, lips twisting into a bigger grin. “Are you kidding me?! There’s no way you don’t know where this dress came from!” My frown deepens and I bite down on my lower lips, clutching my purse tightly in confusion. “I—I don’t—“ Her smile dies, surprise taking over her light features. “This…. this is the limited edition of the Atelier Vermillion Scarlet Veil gown! Only two were produced and—“ She stops, her eyes raking my entire body, halting when she sees my bag.

However, this is my means of repaying him back for what he did. “Ma’am. You can try this first.” The salesgirl said and smiled, taking off my dress. The dress is black in colour with a lacy material at the hem, which makes it an off-the-shoulder dress. The dress flows freely to stop just below my ankle. The upper part hugged my frame and didn't reveal too much. “Ma’am. You look so beautiful.” The salesgirl said and I know that's not flattery. I have received a lot of compliments like this and brands have sometimes called me to be their model, offering a huge amount of money.