I Know That Dress Is Karma Perfume Regret Novels & Stories

“Put the dress on. Disobey me again, and I’ll make you wish you’d never learned to beg for mercy.” He was gone in an instant, the door left open like an insult. — I pulled the black dress on. It fit perfectly, the fabric heavy and stiff, smelling faintly of camphor and secrets. As I twisted my hair into a loose, messy braid, I met my gaze again in the mirror. They want a Luna? They’ll get one. But not the kind they wanted.

If he wouldn’t come to me… I’d go to him. Revenge wasn’t passive. It was power. And I wore mine in red. I slipped into the dress like it was made of fire. Short. Tight. Barely legal. It clung to my curves like second skin, rising dangerously high over my thighs, showing the full curve of one side of my bum if I moved too quickly. Perfect. I let my hair down, brushing it until it flowed like midnight silk over my shoulders. Then came the perfume, warm, floral, with a hint of something dark.

What is he trying to prove? Now I see, he wanted me to get every glimpse of his perfection even if he has had things a little Stormy in the past. So finally, a day to be happy for me, a day to celebrate me, a day for me to be loved and feel loved, with my perfect diamond designed sparkly white dress designed personally by the Dsquared bros. They are so iconic, wearing this dress makes me feel like Yasmin, cause what the fuck is this master piece? So detailed, so beautiful, so beyond perfect.

“What are you guys gonna wear to the formal?” Jasmine pushed her black shades up, Korean-punk bob sharp as a blade, makeup cut with goth precision. “I saw this gorgeous two-piece online last night.” Lisa’s spine straightened. Last year someone had copied her dress and she’d held a grudge like religion. Her eyes thinned. “What colour?” “Amber,” Jasmine said carefully. “Doubt you’d like it…” She looked away. Deflect, survive. Lisa’s voice sharpened. “What was the brand?”

The kind of man who didn’t need permission to command respect. I shook the thought away. I didn’t want to think about him. Not now. I picked a dress. A black one. Simple. Elegant. The kind that would make my mother furious because it didn’t scream wealth, it whispered it. When I held it against me in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder what Dante would think. Would he even notice? Probably not. My hand drifted back to the phone beside me. For a second, I thought of calling Adrian again—just to hear his voice one more time—but I didn’t. He’d already said enough.

Summer's POV The black dress Luxian picked hugs my body perfectly. For the first time in years—after drowning in all my stupid insecurities—I actually feel beautiful again. Like I did a decade ago. The dress is by Mario De Franco, that ridiculously talented designer whose pieces usually I used to just stare at his work in magazines, never dreaming I'd own one. But this afternoon, Luxian waltzed in with five of his latest creations, all on mannequins like they were royalty.

Carla's POV “Is that what you’re wearing?” Liam asks and I turn to look at him. “Yeah why? You don’t like it?” I ask straightening my dress. “No no I love it.” Liam says with a smile. “So?” I ask. “You think it’s too much?” I add asking. “No no it’s fine, you look beautiful. I just thought it’s a dinner party.” Liam explains. “Yeah so?” I say rolling my eyes. My dress is black and was a gift from our clients from Valentino, after our last very successful promotion we did for them.

Karma said. My lashes fluttered. She was right—I hadn’t thought about what Serra would wear. I wanted something plain yet seductive, something that would make Kael regret ever losing her. Karma was good with dresses like that. Her name suited her personality. I couldn’t help but smile, licking my lips. I turned to her. “What do you have in mind?” I asked. She grinned wickedly. “So, you want to teach little Kael a lesson?” she teased.

“Absolutely. So….what or where do you have in mind?" “Tropicana.” “The strip club?” “The high-end gentleman's establishment,” I corrected, already mentally rifling through my closet. “With excellent cocktails and better karma,” I added. “You're insane.” “You're just figuring this out now?” My sexy black dress had been waiting patiently from dah like this. I bought it sometime back, and never wore it. Saved it for something special. Well, watching karma bite back felt pretty damn special to me. I assess myself in the mirror with a smile, looking at all those dangerous curves and fuck-you attitude. I added some diamond drops to my ears to complete the look.

I didn't move, and Kester didn't like that. With a slow step, he closed the space between us and placed the dress in my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. He leaned in, sniffing me in, "Make sure to wear one of those sweet, seductive perfumes I got for you," he murmured, "The one with jasmine and vanilla." I shivered. "That's how I want you to smell today, Kasmine." I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers curling around the dress with my heart hammering against my ribs.