Haruhi Fujioka Dress Novels & Stories

‘Why did time have to move so fast? “I haven’t even finished my homework, and I took a nap for almost four hours!” ‘Huh...what a strange day.’ “Well, let’s see what’s going to happen.” Hara adjusted the red silk dress and took one last look in the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly, and she felt both beautiful and uneasy. The sensation of being watched persisted, making her skin prickle. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel her paranoia, and headed toward the living room.

I just gave him a shrug on the shoulders and continued to eat another bite, rethinking the layout of my plans. Yuri chose my dress, probably when she heard that Marcus is in the manor, together with His Majesty the Crown Prince. It was a gown in the style of baby doll dresses. It is in the colour of purple, the shade being cool in the eyes yet projects an aura to be respected— though I don't think Marcus got the hint— and it was decorated with gem-like embroidery, much like how Drew’s was done. The sleeves were puffed on the shoulders and a kimono sleeve was stitched from the armpits upto my hands, flowing like water when moved. The ends of the sleeves were adorned with sparkling golden thre

But Harley seemed quite confident that she could put the dress on without ruining anything. And she did that. I had my make-up, my hair, and my dress ready. Coupled with the fact that it was an exclusive Felipe dress, of course the dress complimented every aspect of my body. And the red really complimented my skin tone. I was so happy with the result. “Thank you so much, Harley; your hands are magical,” I said happily as I enveloped her in a warm hug. "Oh, Eliza, it was a pleasure working for you,” she said happily, and I laughed.

She dresses quick: jeans, Lake Hamilton tee, then pulls Haru’s hoodie over it all. The red kanji sits bold across her chest. She buries her nose in the collar—inhales deep—his scent still strong: fire, cedar, faint antiseptic, him. A grin spreads across her face—private, giddy. Meanwhile, at the Nakamura house— Haru slips in through the back door. The kitchen is already alive: Seras at the counter, hair in twin buns again, humming as she packs two identical bentos—tamagoyaki spirals, teriyaki chicken, onigiri with salmon, edamame, pickled veggies, strawberries arranged in little hearts.

Planting a smile on my face I try to convince myself that maybe what I want isn't the best "This one" Aunt Aya squeals rushing over to me. She places the dress in front of me like in a queue someone wheels the mirror for me to see "Aww, it's beautiful," I say smiling at the dress. It's a beautiful lace skin-tight dress with a medium size train. I mean considering it's flattering in a discreet way it'll do "No no no no," Aunt Sakura says rushing over to me with a long-sleeved puffy ball gown with ruffles to cover my breasts

she replied with a small smile. Jay beamed. “Of course, Your Majesty. Let’s give you a look of confidence. Chop-chop! Bring the red dresses!” he ordered his assistants. Aurora’s hair was styled into a sleek high ponytail as Jay held up three red dresses. “Which one would you like, ma’am?” Aurora pointed to a one-shoulder split-thigh ruched dress. “Wow, your taste is impeccable,” Jay said, clapping again.

YARA’S POV The preparation finally came to an end and I wore the dress Alpha Denver got for me. It was a sleeveless purple stoned dress and the silky material of the dress fell softly on my skin down to my toes. I had my hair curled into waves and it fell down my back busily with some strands resting on my chest to make the curvy neckline of the dress more obvious.

Then she quickly flicks both of my hands away and take a few step backwards, holding her hands on her chest with her head hung low, her face still red— avoiding from my eye contact as she made a shy and humiliated look. …So cute. Her reaction is too terrifyingly cute. I was expecting a slap or a punch afterwards so I clenched my teeth. But— —it`s as if Kuroyuki realized something, she jumped down. Come to think of it, this situation looks a little déjà vu. By the way, Kuroyuki wore a black-laced, sling, sleep dress. She`s not wearing a brassiere and the length of her dress merely covered two inches of her thigh— this means even the slightest breeze could reveal her underwear.

I was standing just outside Jaden's office, waiting for him to come out. "I love your dress" Haru said, giving me a brilliant smile. I was wearing an emerald, sleeveless dress which had a high neck. The dress had a long slit on the side and was ankle length. Haru was also rocking a white dress. It was the first time I was seeing her in one. "Thanks" I responded to her compliment. "It's okay to be nervous. Heck, I would be nervous if I was in your shoes" Haru stated and I embraced her, a smile tugging at my lips.

“You took care of me. I should be thanking you.” Their eyes met. Something unspoken lingered. Tae Min stood abruptly. “I’ll clean the room. You should shower.” “Can I borrow some clothes?” Haru asked. “I don’t have any.” “Yeah. I’ll find something.” He handed Haru an oversized outfit he never wore. When Haru came out wearing it, sleeves slightly too long, Tae Min’s breath caught. It suits him. Haru smiled. “I like it.” “You… do?” Tae Min looked away, face burning.