Miraculous Games Dress Up Novels & Stories

But I knew she had an aunt there too. "Thank you Mirabel." I smiled back at her. "You look absolutely beautiful." She smiled even wider twirling around in her green dress. "You all do." I said once the other kids and Mavis reached us. "Well, you clean up nicely." I teased Mavis once she stood in front of us. She'd opted for a dark green flowy dress with white lace trimmings all around. She really did love the lace. She laughed and shook her head, "You're late."

I entered my opulent sanctuary, I found Mirabelle, my ever-faithful maid, waiting for me. "Miss, this is an evening outfit and it'll suit your night walk." Mirabelle said with a knowing smile on her face. A shimmering dress lay delicately on the bed, catching the light in the most enchanting way. "The dress is lovely." I said with a small smile on my face. Mirabelle helped me slip into the gown, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk, adorned with intricate silver lacework that cascaded down the bodice. It fig me like a dream, embracing my slender figure and making my beauty to be pronounced.

Third floor, corner position, windows overlooking the main approach. Mira helped me prepare while Ariana ran perimeter checks and Zoe coordinated arrival logistics from a command room downstairs. "Hold still," Mira said, pinning a final section of hair into place. I sat in front of the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back. The dress was silver white. Not the battle armor I'd worn to Silvermere's trial, not the understated clothes I wore for pack business. This was something else entirely. Haute couture, custom fitted, the fabric catching light in a way that made it shimmer between white and pale silver depending on the angle.

"Dress properly. You’re not just livestock today—you’re the King’s mate. Or at least, that’s the role you’ll play." She dropped a bundle of fabric on the bed. Silks and soft furs dyed a deep green, the color of the Emerald Pack's banners. My throat tightened. I could almost hear Aurelia’s laughter if she saw me draped in the colors of a queen, as if fine fabric could hide the bruise of my bond. "Do you need help?" Mira asked, her voice clipped and to the point. I shook my head. She lingered anyway, arms crossed, her gaze piercing my back as I stepped behind the dressing screen. My fingers fumbled with the ties and clasps. The fabric was as soft as a lover’s breath but scratched at my skin li

“Open them.” The seamstress obeyed, lifting each lid carefully. Inside, folded dresses filled the boxes… soft pastels, embroidered hems, small lace details. Mira’s gaze swept across them, unimpressed. “Pretty enough,” she murmured. “But basic.” Her hand hovered briefly over a pale blue gown, then brushed aside a dark green one. She was about to turn away when something unusual caught her eye… a subtle shimmer beneath the layers. “What is that?” she demanded.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

Then she showed us what she brought back from her trip clothes and, of course, junk food. Mira and I laughed and smiled when she dumped the snacks on the bed. We started getting ready for the club. Avery suggested I wear the last dress I bought and I did. She did my makeup and Mira’s too. Mira wore a short, green, backless gown with white heels and a matching purse. She curled her hair, making her look so damn hot. Same goes for Avery—she wore a red dress, just like Mira. “Oh gosh, we look so hot right now! We should take some pictures!” Mira suggested, and I nodded in agreement.

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

After 2 long hours of waiting, Mira finally emerged out of the boutique's dressing room and made a small noise "umm.." Nick who was initially immersed in his laptop raised his head in the direction of the sound and was awestruck. In front of him, stood Mira in a full length off shoulder sequined evening gown in blue color. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked too beautiful. That dress really suited her very well. With her naturally pale skin, she looked like a fairy. He sized her up and down, trying to see if there is anything about her that is out of place. But to his surprise, it seemed that the dress was tailored for her. There was no doubt she would be very eye catching tonight.

Nevaeh asks nervously, “I don’t want to overstep.” “Absolutely!” I say confidently, “By order of the future Queen, I demand that you wear one of these dresses.” I say playfully. “Why of course your highness,” Nevaeh jokes as she dips into a curtsy before pulling the lilac dress off the rack. It’s a beautiful of the shoulder mermaid style dress that’s made out of silk, with a sheer lace over skirt that makes the lilac color of the dress sparkle. Nevaeh slipped the dress on and I quickly tighten the corset back. The dress looked absolutely amazing and like it was made for her.