Hokage Dress Novels & Stories

I just wanted to be sure, maybe someone suddenly came in after Prince Dern. I took the dress Prince Nesh had given me. I looked at it, it was like the ones I saw in the drama's I was watching. It is the outfit of people on horseback. Fitted faded blue jeans and white long sleeves. Its fabric is similar to the hanbok I wear. I immediately changed and put my hanbok aside. There are other outfits like this, but I don't know how to ride a horse. I also wore brown combat boots also provided by Prince Nesh. The nice thing is, the construction looks solid. I stare at the large mirror on the side of the cabinet. I looked at my totality. My curly hair is loose up to my shoulders. I even let a few str

"Another short dress? You look good but remember the goal is to watch our enemies and not seduce them." "Seducing them into submission doesn't seem like a bad idea, honey." Suzy touched my face and winked at me before walking off. Hilda hummed while ordering a vampire around. She was clad in a black gown that shone more brightly than a processed gold. She stood out uniquely in that mini dress than a gazillion watt bulb. Her short curls were dyed a wine colour. "I never believed I will live to see the day you will dress like a bloody Sussan." I grinned and walked towards her.

I opened the door and he immediately smirked. “I didn't know that that cute innocent face has been hiding this kind of figure all this time.” My eyes widened and blood ran through my cheeks as soon as she said that. “Too cute too with those fluffy blushing cheeks, my little Ichigo,” He then chuckled and so did the sales lady so I just went inside and tried on the last dress. This one's beautiful. It is a cobalt blue off-shoulder dress. The top is fitted but the skirt is not that flowy and it has gold veins and lining at the very bottom.

Things like this could never end well. Hearing the knock at the door, I jump from the couch and head to the door excitedly. Oh holy fuck! Breathe just breathe, and don't dare start drooling, even if this sight is mouth watering. Kiara is wearing a fairly short, pale golden dress in a wrap dress style. The middle between her thighs, where the two layers cross, is cut out a little more than the rest and that cleavage...... I'm in heaven and hell at the same time.

Jane would be here soon. “You look shorter than I remember,” a seductive voice with a hint of a Japanese accent said softly. Sakura gasped and twisted around, her eyes wide with panic. She came to face a very beautiful Japanese model. Tall, slender, and with a face to die for, the woman could really dominate the stage with her looks alone. She was wearing a light purple gown, beautifully designed and decorated with beads of tiny diamonds around the collar. Her hair, candy purple in color, was also fashioned high on her head into a chignon with a garland of purple flowers artistically arranged to the left side.

She did not need a soothsayer to tell her who was at the door. "Come on," she said without asking who it was. Kai pushed himself in, grinning. He held a box. "What's that?" "As a good maid, you should have a dress code. Don't worry, it won't be like the others. I made sure yours is very special." Kai proceeded to unravel what was within the box. Hazel scoffed. "Isn't that too short?" she asked incredulously. "That dress will hardly get to my thighs." "That's how it was designed to be. You will look very sexy in it." Kai ignored her scoff and continued bringing out all the accessories that came with the dress. There was even a shiny shoe that matched the milky white color of the uniform.

It was a bit painful, but her heat overshadowed the pain. She was dressed in a white dress that was purely crocheted in y stitches that left nothing for imagination. It had a long v-neck that left her boobs almost slipping outside. The back of the dress had cutouts, running all the way just above her ass. You could see her creamy body through the holes made by the stitches. Her hair hangs on her shoulders, shiny and curly. Soon she was covered in a white rob and was escorted to the sacred hall with mated warriors surrounding her. As her bare feet made contact with the wooden floor of the sacred hall, all chatter ceased. Beauty, she sat on one of the fur rags, still under protection.

Liz really looked like an angel. Gigi wanted to gasp, she looked beautiful. Her hair was still orange, her smile was still the sweetest ever, her laugh was still Gigi's comfort sound and her legs were still long and Gigi just had to bite her lip to control herself from crying. Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and had two braids on her hair. Gigi felt the need to run and hug her but she controlled herself

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

“I can't wear something flashy. I'm serving today.” Zora laughed, dismissing my concern. “Nonsense. If Hunter plans to make you his mate, you must present yourself accordingly. I'll lend you one of my dresses. Come on, we don't have time to waste.” Zora approached a wardrobe and pulled out a stunning, richly adorned dress. “Try it on. The Moon Goddess will understand.” I accepted the dress with gratitude, knowing that the night ahead would be a turning point in my life. Wearing that magnificent piece felt like taking on an important role, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, a spark of hope ignited within me.