Hokage Dress Novels & Stories

All the aching spots were at ease and her wounds didn't hurt as much anymore. Roksolana got out of the water and walked to the cupboard. Opening it, she was surprised to find clothes that didn't looked like what the wife of a Sultan would wear. The gowns were shorter than the acceptable ones and not a single hijab could be found among the clothes. The clothes even looked strange to her. Roksolana picked out a blue dress and examined it. It was an odd dress. The front of the dress was very short, while the back was long and flowing. Flowery decorations decorated the edges of the dress. It was a v neckline and it had a very deep cut in the middle. The hands were covered with a revealing net. R

I mean look at this; “Dark colored dresses to be precise. You usually wear black dresses. But let me ask you Lina, have you worn a dress this week? A black dress?” I kept quiet. Avoided her eyes. “What about a dark purple?” she pressed, “Dark wine perhaps?” “Dark brown?” “Bundurgy?” “Charcoal black?” “Jet black?” “Dark navy blue-

I saw Hanako's reflection and I quickly glanced at her. She was wearing a dusty rose satin gown with a side slit. The gown complimented her beauty, as well as her light-toned body. “Hi.” Nahihiyang bati niya. I approached her and cleared my throat. “Hey.” Nakangiting usal ko. “How do I look? Should I change?” “No, it's perfect.” I chuckled. “Ayseees, bagay naman kayong dalawa. Bakit hindi na lang kayo?” Biglang sumulpot si Georgie at mapang-asar kaming tinignan. Nahihiyang hinila ni Hanako palayo ang lalaki.

“You can change into this.” “Is this Mayu’s dress?” I asked. “No. It’s just a dress I liked, so I bought it. Didn’t actually know for whom or why, I just bought it… on a whim…” he cleared his throat. “Umm. It’s made of soft fabric, so it should be comfortable to wear. But please feel free to ask the maids if you want something else.” He said, avoiding eye contact with me. It was a dark blue kimono robe with patterns of red flowers towards the hem and on its long sleeves. After that, Hikari left, grabbing his clothes, and the maids came in to assist me with the bath and wearing the kimono properly.

I pulled the top of my dress out of the way to give her access to it although by now she could probably find it underneath anything I was wearing. And yes for the first time in a long time she got me in a dress. It was a deep royal blue with an open back. It had a high neck and it was sleeveless. I had a matching waist belt wrapped around the middle and gold snake patterned heels. My blazer was dark charcoal and went well. I just couldn’t attach my sword to the small belt. So I was getting death stares from Mizuki since I had it across my back. After she finished, Jade said softly, “I can get you before we go to sleep tonight.”

A jolt of electricity shot through her at his touch. "Fine," she said, turning away. "But turn around. I'm not putting this on with you watching." Hanako obeyed, a smirk on his face. He listened as Nene stripped off her robes and slid into the dress. It was a deep crimson, made of sheer lace that left little to the imagination. He could hear the rustle of fabric as she adjusted it, and his mouth went dry. "Okay, you can look now," Nene said, her voice barely audible.

Their gowns flowed elegantly around them, swaying with each step, a visual embodiment of their grace and poise. Kana's gown was a rich tapestry of deep crimson silk, embroidered with intricate patterns of gold thread that caught the sunlight and shimmered as she moved. The fabric cascaded down in gentle layers, the train trailing behind her like a regal cloak. A delicate crown of silver adorned her dark hair, its intricate design glinting softly in the sunlight.

Later, when Miura walked with Kenji, Akiko had to hold onto the fan. And finally, what Akiko had been waiting for arrived. The procession, with Kenji at the front, approached the center of the courtyard. Akiko peeked from under the cotton veil and instantly felt like she was transported into a fantasy of ancient Japan. Kenji, dressed in a montsuki haori hakama—the formal black wedding kimono for men with loose black-and-white striped pants—looked unreal. The attire suited him so perfectly that Akiko could believe it if someone told her Kenji was a samurai or a shogun from the past who had traveled through time. All he needed was a katana at his side, and the image would be complete.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

Overall, the coat got more fitted, the waistcoat's length was reduced, the waistcoat's sleeves were eliminated, and the hem was cut horizontally. The two women were wearing long white dresses with embroidery small flower designs, but they were different colors. “We’re ready – Drakaina, it’s Chen.” Hana immediately approached as she looked down her path and slowly raised her gaze to Chen while holding her skirt. “Hi,” said Hana. Chen was stunned at his stance as he just stared at Hana's face. “H-Hi. You look amazing.” “Thanks,” she fixed her hair on her right ear. “Your outfit suits you well.”