Mavis Vermillion Novels & Stories

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

I manage to get the strings undone and I slip out of the dress, throwing it to the corner of the room where I hope to never revisit. I wipe my tears away and see my mascara on my fingers. I sigh and take a proper look around the room. Anthony was right, the room really was bare. It did have a very pretty vanity, complete with a swivel stool and a mirror. The bed looks to be a queen size with a white bed set and I hate to admit it but it looks very comfortable. I approach the vanity and look through the drawers, finding some make up and make up remover in one of the drawers.

In fact, when Duke Malcom mentioned the wedding dress, Melissa was surprised to know that the Kensington Estate's colours were sapphire blue. That was the colour she loved most and in fact, before she died in the real life, she had purchased a sapphire dress. She loved the design of the dress and wanted to replicate it. To do that, she needed some sketching materials and colours. As the original Lady Melissa didn't paint, there was no arts materials at home for her to use.

"Here's your dress for this evening." I stare at the piece of revealing fabric that the maid had given me. I gave her a sharp look and raised my brow. "He's going to make me wear this?" I grab the fabric with my hands. It was a lousy, transparent dress that would display a woman's glory after wearing. "He must be out of his mind if he thinks I'll be accepting this offer." "Please, Lady Vermillion," the maid begged. "He will have us killed if you do not obey him."

“Who the fuck are you?” Tears pricked Mavis’s eyes. There was no way out already in that situation now that Karylle and Kyler were involved. She could feel her heart beating loud against her chest. Her breathing was shallow, but she had to answer or else… Karylle will be in trouble. “I…” She shut her eyes, apologizing to Jackson for not being able to go through with their plan. “I am Mavis Charter-Briar.” “Who do you work for?” His voice was low and threateningly cold.

One was a deep maroon, another a deep blue and the last was black. “Wow those colours are really dark,” said Mia Yes, they are suitable for a queen and they reflect your true warrior abilities. I wanted your dresses to give you a edge of danger but if they are too dark we can lighten them with chiffon layers, beading and embroidery.” “They are perfect,” said Jay “these are exactly what you need to wear before the Mercern Ring, they convey power and an edge of danger. You have done a perfect job Evie and Skyler” Evie was still looking at Mia for her reaction

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Thea poured more into her glass and spiked it with poison. "Looks like I poured too much, Sir," Thea took off her mask and looked at the glass, a bit confused. Bilwin looked at Thea openly without shame. "Sir?" Her face slightly blushed with embarrassment at her mistake. "I think I've had too much to drink, would you trade it for mine?" Bilwin nodded. “Yes, yes… trade it for mine.” He took the glass in Thea's hand without hesitation. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the