Makima Black Dress Novels & Stories

She called Maya to her room to ask her for her opinion. “What do you think of this one?” Sicilia asked as the maid was holding a royal blue dress in her hands. “Hmm, I think too classy,” Maya answered truthfully. Sicilia hummed as she nodded, “You’re right, I need to leave it for a ball. Dear, bring the other one,” she then asked the maid who pulled a beautiful black dress. “I think this one is perfect,” Maya said, her eyes lit up. Black always goes with everything and with any age as well.

But Micheal nudged him in the ribs, and Maeve jumped right in front of me, holding up a dress like shield. “Take a look!” She grinned. I stared at this one more intently, like it’d help shake off the feel of eyes on my skin. This one was black. It had a soft off-shoulder neckline, the fabric hugging the top before falling loosely down, with a subtle slit at the side. I brushed my finger against it and tilted my head slightly. “Isn’t this a little too much?” Maeve shot me a look. “You look exhausted.” I added quickly.

The dress was a weapon. Mira stood in front of the full-length mirror in her guest room, staring at her reflection like she didn't quite recognize it. The gown was black—of course it was black—silk that spilled over her body like liquid shadow, low in the back, higher than she'd like in the front, slit up the thigh that made her feel both powerful and terrified. Simone had delivered it that morning along with a team of stylists who'd descended upon Mira like a small, glittering army. Her hair had been twisted into an elegant knot, her makeup done in shades of smoke and rose, and the black diamond on her finger caught the light with every small movement.

Then $2,000 when I hesitated about accepting the first transfer. He never pushed. Just… offered. Until tonight. Marcus Vale: 8 PM. Wear the black dress hanging in your closet. The one you’ve never had an occasion for. My driver is downstairs. I’m wearing it now. Silk, midnight black, slipping over my skin like water. It was delivered yesterday in an unmarked box—no note, just the dress and a pair of strappy heels in my exact size. I’ve never owned anything this expensive. It hugs my body like it was tailored for me, dipping low between my breasts, skimming my hips, ending mid-thigh.

Intricate lace details add a touch of sophistication to the ensemble, exuding an air of refined beauty. Amelia! Amelia's black lace dress draped elegantly over her figure, accentuating her model-like physique. The fabric hugged her slender frame with subtle grace, emphasizing her curves. Intricate lace details added sophistication to the ensemble, lending an air of refined beauty. With each step, she exuded confidence, carrying herself with the poise of someone accustomed to the spotlight. Her red boots provided a bold contrast, injecting vibrancy into the muted woodland surroundings. It was clear that this was her mourning attire—the fashion guru at her best.

He turned back one last time and bid them farewell, “Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia, I’ll take my leave now, bye!” … At the Prismara auction event, Maia arrived in style as all eyes were on her. She was dressed in a chic black gown topped with a white fluffy coat that exposed her shoulder line. It was Victoria’s newest design named, The Darkest Hour. “She’s really such a beauty. I’m still surprised that she’s pregnant.” “I’ve seen many beautiful women, but none could compare to her.” “She really is a rare beauty. I’m sure most men here would love to sleep with her.”

"Alright. What do you need me to wear?" Sarah went back to pulling things out of the bag and Makeda went over to the bed to pull her own dress on. Sarah produced a long black silk dress. It was incredibly simple. The front was a halter that left the back completely bare. It dipped low enough in the back that it looked like it might not manage to cover her but completely. The dress fell all the way to the floor and pooled just a bit at Aislinn's feet. She began to undress so that she could pull the dress on.

I whisper under my breath, caressing the hardwood with the tips of my fingers before placing a flower on it right next to Olivia’s and stepping down as well. I don’t go very far from the altar before I see someone emerging from the center of the aisle in a large, extravagant ball gown of a black mourning dress, with heels that smash against the ground. Every inch of her slender skin is covered in black fabric, except for her face, which is lightly veiled with a see-through, dark lace fabric emerging from her headpiece. It doesn’t take long before I recognize the face, and everyone else does too, gasping with shock. “Hello everyone, I hope I’m not too late,” Kamila says with a wide smile on h

Maya I knew it. I stare at the dress on my bed, wrinkling my nose in distaste. There’s almost nothing to it, like I suspected when he practically blackmailed me to come with him. It’s a black dress, a LBD, except that what’s little about it is what’s covering the front. It’s long enough to cover my butt—thank whoever’s up there—if I drag it once or twice before sitting. “Thank you so much, Lucien,” I mutter under my breath, picking the dress up with the tips of my index finger and thumb.

It was white, decorated with crystals and diamonds. I follow her downstairs, shutting the door behind me. As we descend, I suddenly notice Mira's dress. It was a black dress with diamonds all over it like sprinkled dust. Her dress was flay and its length was a few inches above the knee. She wore black heels whose laces were designed with butterflies. Two on each heel. Her hair had been let down, a braid on each side like a crown. Her make up was neutral, but not mild and her lipstick dark. With a plain black purse in hand.