Kill La Kill Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

Ruelle asked, sitting on the floor in front of Killian. She had pushed his wheelchair to the bedside, sitting on the floor while being in her wedding dress. “Shouldn't you change first?” Killian asked, he wanted to stare at her face but was still playing a blind man. “I'd do that later,” Ruelle said, waving him off. Killian frowned when he heard what she had said, the dress on her body was unfortunately hired by the Lexington. Although they had the money to get a new one for her they found it unnecessary to bother with such a thing.

William suddenly rushed into my dressing room. When he entered, his eyes filled with grievance. But when he saw my wedding dress, his expression changed to ecstatic joy. He carefully avoided my belly, hugged me, and choked up: "It must have been so hard preparing for the mating ceremony with such a big belly..." "I've already punished those gossiping tongues. You won't be wronged again." As he spoke, his fingers nervously rubbed my waistline. "Is this wedding dress too tight?" The bridesmaids gave him a sneered glance.

After the wedding, I visited Priscilla in prison, flashing the ten-carat diamond ring on my finger. She was heavily pregnant, her hair a tangled mess. Word was that she had been causing trouble inside and was getting beaten up because of it. I only noticed the bruises and battered marks on Priscilla's face when she looked up at me. She grabbed the iron bars tightly and shouted, "What right do you have to marry into a wealthy family? I've been told I was beautiful since I was a kid! No one ever said that about you." "That's because everyone could see how much your parents loved you and how little they cared about me," I responded with a sneer.

I have to go through with the wedding, even though I don't love the man I am supposed to marry. I started with my wedding dress. I had to look perfect on this so-called special day. I had ordered Kim's custom-made dress that would fit me like a glove. It was a beautiful white gown with intricate lacework, and it flowed gracefully to the ground. I tried it on, and it looked stunning but I didn't care about it.

I would do anything to avoid marrying the man. I released a sigh and put on the wedding dress Killian had bought for me. It was an elegant A-line, sleeveless gown with an embellished sweetheart neckline. The fitted bodice gave way to a swirling skirt. Pairing the outfit with matching Swarovski solitaire diamond earrings and bracelet, I checked my reflection in the mirror. It looked ethereal. Fixing my hair into a French knot, I arranged the veil over my head and walked out to find Killian. With the wedding scheduled in an hour, where did he disappear? He wasn’t there in the suite. I picked up my phone to call him. The door opened, and he walked inside wearing the same black tuxedo he had bou

A wasted month that started with the happiest memory. It was a week to the wedding that I finally came out of my room to start my own preparations for the wedding. “Have you… seen Lucas?” I asked Sadie, after putting on the magnificent wedding dress made for me. It was a snowy white dress, soft and fluffy, with silver stones etched into every part of it. The corset was tight, and the skirt full, and layered till it was all blown up like the dresses Disney princesses wore. It was a thing of beauty, but to me, it was the ugliest thing I had ever worn.

For their sake, I kept my temper and softened my voice. "Nina, that's enough. Stop it now." She rolled her eyes and answered loudly, "Not enough. I want everyone to remember this wedding." She was sweet on the surface, rotten beneath. I had no patience for her theatrics. I stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled hard. "Please leave." She wrenched away and glared at me with venom. "Let go, you bitch!" I didn't let go. Suddenly, she produced a dagger and slashed at my arm. I couldn't dodge in time; the blade carved a line across my skin.

We stepped into the light. I wasn't wearing the simple pastel dresses Liam used to like. I was wearing the dress. A floor-length gown of deep, blood-red silk that clung to every curve of my body like liquid fire. It had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh and a backless design that exposed my skin—skin that was glowing and flawless. Beside me, Killian was a dark shadow, a terrifying contrast to my brightness. His icy blue eyes scanned the room with a look of utter boredom, daring anyone to speak.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”