Gacha Dresses Novels & Stories

Alice and Lottie are having a blast, prancing around in dresses I absolutely know they won't be allowed to wear. As I’m about to head back behind the screen to change out of a navy-blue halter neck dress I absolutely adore—I think if I wear my hair down to cover my scars, it might just be the one—Monsieur Gascogne hands me a pale blue dress. Lilith accepts it, eyes lighting up with excitement. “This one is from Monsieur Gascogne’s newest collection. It’s not even out yet. He must really like you to let you try it on!”

The next day, Ivanna volunteered to accompany me to the gala. In the dressing room, I chose a light purple evening gown. It was part of a set of dresses that Atlas had ordered to be specially tailored for me a while ago, designed by a renowned fashion designer from Cadrela. It was a series of nine dresses he had acquired from the designer brand “Miss G”. He would always spoil me without reservation. The stylist that Ivanna's company hired finished our makeup. When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. As the name suggested, the gala was extravagant.

The manager subconsciously stopped, turned to look at Greta in a wheelchair, and asked politely, "What can I do for you, Miss?" Greta did not look at the manager. She dropped her gaze to the dress in the manager's hands. It was a silver-blue off-shoulder fishtail dress, unique in design and novel in fabric. It was embellished with countless tiny diamonds, which made the whole dress shine brightly even without the light. It was very gorgeous. The woman who wore it would become a mermaid that existed only in the legend. Greta's eyes were fixed on this dress. She fell in love with this dress at first sight, and she could already imagine how beautiful she could be after putting it on.

‘Zac, what’s the rush, what has gotten into you,’ just at that moment Zelda enters the room from the walk-in closet and I wish I had also purchased some less revealing clothes for her. The dress offers more coverage than most, it’s a silver high neck with long sleeves mini dress, diamante fringing is what give the sheer silver mesh its coverage but horizontal slash cuts across her body shows off her full firm breasts. Xael watches her as she enters the room looking unnerved with his presence here. I can’t say I blame her, Laelia yesterday and Xael today. ‘Well Zac, what do we have here?’ he turns to me with a mischievous grin on his face. Busted.

I look at the dresses before me and think that if I'm dressed in these sparkly dresses, it allows me to play the part of being worth something and makes it a little easier to blend in despite everything that's happened. Despite the fact that that's not really why I own them… And I pick one of my favorites—a gold dress that clings to my body like a second skin and falls mid-thigh. Although it's not gold exactly because the sales tag reads that it's CHAMPAGNE MIST. This dress, and all of the other ones I have that are in the same color, aren't simply gold. No, they're all called something more unique and special. I slip on the dress and zip myself into it, getting myself ready as quickly as po

Elara had brought over a stack of fashion magazines, and we were flipping through them, searching for inspiration for our gala attire. “What about this one?” Elara asked, holding up a picture of a stunning gown adorned with intricate lace and shimmering beads. “It’s elegant, yet mysterious. Perfect for a masquerade.” I studied the dress, tilting my head as I considered it. “It’s beautiful, but… I don’t know. I want something that feels like me. Something that makes me feel powerful.” Elara nodded, understanding. “You want to make a statement. I get it. How about this?” She flipped to another page, showing a sleek, form-fitting gown in deep crimson. The neckline was adorned with delicate blac

I took out the red gown, and also brought out the red stiletto that he got for me, I don't know why almost half of my closet is filled with clothes that either Jade or Zack hit for me but most of them is Jade, whenever he sees a pretty females clothe, he says I come to his mind and he pictures me in the dress so he ends up buying any pretty dress he likes for me. Thirty minutes later I was done dressing up, the red gown hugged my body so perfectly bringing out my small curvy body, it was an off shoulder dress and the upper part of my chest and shoulder were a little bit visible, I let my hair flow freely, I didn't want to apply any makeup so I just took a red lipstick and rubbed on my lips,

In the Master Suite - One Hour Later The dress Alex had picked for Zara was really white. It wasn't the flowing, ethereal silk dress of the gala night. This one was structured, looked more like royalty. It was a sheath of heavy, ivory crepe that hugged her body like an armor. It had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit up the leg that allowed for movement. It was elegant, modern, and undeniably regal, just perfect for a Queen.

Mahira heaved a sigh of relief as soon as Tazz left her room, she didn’t have much time, quickly walking up to the box she opened it, to her amazement, it had a beautiful dress, she pulled it out from the box and she swore she had never seen a creation as beautiful as the dress. She gently handled it as she slipped into it after a quick shower, it was a long floor length silk pleated skirt in pale blue ad gold with beautiful patterns of their tribe embroidered upon it, but the most intriguing part of the dress was its bodice, it had no fabric at all and was entirely made up of beautiful blue roses, the roses were so intricately put together that when she wore it not a centimetre of her skin

“I missed you both.” “And we missed you,” Astrea said with mock offense. “Now. Let’s make sure you don’t walk into the Court looking like you just crawled out of a battlefield. Even if you kind of did.” She turned toward the large trunk Asterin had dragged in and flipped the latch with a dramatic flourish. The lid creaked open, and inside— Dresses. Dozens of them. Fabric in every shade of moonlight. Gowns with embroidery that shimmered like dew. One dress had no seams. Another was threaded with spells that changed the color depending on the wearer’s mood.