Mettaton Dress Novels & Stories

Hilaire, the elusive and influential figure who held the key to her future. She slipped into a dress that exuded confidence and power. It was a tailored sheath, crafted from a rich, dark emerald green fabric that flowed over her curves like liquid silk. The neckline was a subtle V-shape, drawing attention to her collarbone and hinting at the intelligence and strength that resided within her. A single, carefully placed gold button at the waist accentuated her figure, adding a touch of sophistication and elegance. As she finished dressing, Maite added the finishing touches: a pair of sleek black heels, a delicate gold necklace that shimmered against her skin, and a touch of bold red lipstick t

Shopping is exhausting, but fun. The first few stores we try, Megan can't find a single dress that interests her. In the third store, she finds a few things to try on but decides against them. As she searches for herself, I half-heartedly keep an eye out for a dress for myself. But mostly I focus on helping Megan find her perfect dress. We are in our fourth store and Megan is flicking through a rack of dresses and dismissing them just as quickly. I'm quite tired, I don't go out often other than for work and the threads floating around me are distracting. I do wish that I could turn my abilities off and on. A switch would be useful, or a button. Feeling a headache coming on, I decide to step

We bid our goodbye to our pack members with Matteo telling Jay to still keep the guards up for our pack just in case someone attack our pack again. It was indeed a long drive but Matt and I were able to get there before the Gala. We rush to our allocated room and get ourselves ready. I stood in front of the mirror for an hour taking in deep breaths. I am in the chosen dress pick out by Matt and he was right the maroon dress is elegant and sexy which I am surprised it suit me well. Don't get me wrong but I'm no fan of red dress at all and don't forget what's underneath it.

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

"Admit it, Athena. Alpha Kaloyan can be sweet when he wants to be." "Oh, shut up, Mattie." I gave my evening dress a once-over again. The royal tailor had finally heeded my suffering and sent in a black masterpiece for dinner. It was an elbow-sleeved off-shoulder v-necked dress, wrapping over my midriff and falling to my ankles. A knock sounded on the door. Beta Reece had arrived. I held my purse right in front of me with both hands as Mattie had taught me, keeping my chin parallel to the floor.

He said. “Where did they come from?” “The dimension provided them. I told it your size and the restaurant’s dress code.” “The dimension is my stylist now.” “The dimension is whatever you want it to be.” I looked at the dresses. They were beautiful — silk, lace, satin. Deep necklines, open backs, long sleeves. Each one more stunning than the last. “Which one do you prefer?” I asked, turning to him. Mortyss was leaning against the doorframe, still naked, arms crossed. His eyes traveled over the dresses and then back to me.

I nodded okay and they walked out, and Ryott helped me get into my dress. I love the dress that Jaz had made for me and was made by my favorite designer, Christian Siriano. It was a beautiful satin and lace puff tea length lavender dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, it was sleeveless and backless with spaghetti straps. Ryott put on some final touches and stood me in front of the floor length mirror. Wow, they did a great job, I didn’t even recognize myself. This was a different look even different from my stage look and persona.

“OK, then. What do you have in mind?” “Let's see,” Taryn stated as she foraged through the different items of clothing. “You should burn this,” she threw a mom jeans to the floor. “And this? What the hell is this?” “That's one of my date outfits,” Kat yelped. “Oh no, no no! I can't have my friend being seen in this,” Taryn ripped a tie-dye tights that Kat had in her going out outfits. Then Taryn's eyes lit up as they stopped on a mini black, strapless dress that would turn heads at the event. “Now this is what I'm talking about,” she said as she held the dress up against Kat's body. “This dress will wake any dead.”

A beat that lingered too long. Then he said quietly, “Yes. It is.” “Good. I’ll be ready by seven.” — Riley helped me pick a dress from the wardrobe that Mr. Alcott’s team had curated. It was a green sequins strapless dress with a slit . The fabric shimmered slightly when I moved, and it clung in all the places that made me self-conscious but not in a bad way. “Dominic’s gonna choke when he sees you,” Riley said, zipping me up.

he says. We share a kiss and walks me to his closet, "Rowena got you a dress, I hope you like it, we have an hour before we leave for the meeting," "I'll be ready before then," I reply. I watch as he pulls the dress out of his closet, it's a red pencil dress with long sleeves and a round neck, very modest and sexy. I hand it to me, and I check the tag and my eyes widen. "This is Louis Vuitton," I gasp.