Morgana Merlin Dresses Novels & Stories

“Grandma, you’re the one who personally designed this dress?’ Not only was everyone shocked and embarrassed; even Melanie was astonished. Madam Morgan had been a famous fashion designer in the international circle some years ago. Everything that she designed, whether it be outfits or jewelry, were all very popular among the aristocrats. However, she hadn’t produced any new works for a long time. Nobody expected that she would personally design a dress for Melanie! How could that be? Grace’s fingernails pierced into her palms. Just what was the relationship between Melanie and the Morgans? She had sent many of her men to investigate it, but she couldn’t find anything!

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre

Xerxes tore his gaze away from Alesteria to look at the person who suddenly spoke in such a familiar way, only to see Morgaine smiling at him. "Morgaine?" Morgaine smiled at him as she curtsied, her usual attire which consists of pants and a formal top is replaced with a navy-blue dress. "Hello again, Xerxes."

“ I just can't believe all the effort I put in to create that potion went down the drain right in front of me!, because of a mere human Xerxes rejected my submission, he insulted the woman in me, now I can't step out of this cave, I can't walk freely in the street where I was once worship and this is all…, why are there all black and red clothes in here!!” She threw one of the clothes at a maid who was nervously waiting for her instructions. Feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere, the poor girl who knew nothing about her mistress wardrobe fell face down, trembling all over as she begged for mercy. Luckily for her, the heavens were on her side. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when Dora ra

Laila says reluctantly, looking in the mirror's reflection at the companion who has been with her day and night in recent days. Morgana's hands have been painted with henna, and her dress has a beaded neckline, small sleeves with a sheer, flowing fabric that goes down to her feet, leaving her hands free, a veil adorned with gemstones, and a crown securing Morgana's red curls in an updo. The billowing fabric of the dress covers her legs and feet, and it's adorned with countless pieces of jewelry. "Ah, now you're ready. My God, you look so beautiful," Laila says, moved.

The top half of the dress is form fitting, with a cinched waist that flares out into a flowing bottom half that reaches the floor, gliding around her as she walks in my direction. The bottom part of her dress has black roses embroidered within the top layer of see through material that covers the dress, similar in looks to what Morgana is currently wearing. Rubies can be seen twinkling in the light along her breasts, drawing my attention to her breasts that are barely staying inside of her dress.

My shoulders sagged, my head lowering as I turned, only for my heart to jolt violently when I caught sight of the figure before me. “Morgan?” I gasped, her name slipping out like a breath I couldn’t hold back. She stood tall in a gown of red and gold that shimmered under the light, her lips painted a deep crimson that curved into a knowing smile. Behind her, Rubbie and Quilly loomed like having another Thalia at her back. “Morgan…” Rubbie drawled, clapping her hands slowly, each clap echoing with mockery. “Her guts have gotten a bit too big, don’t you think?”

She was more nervous than usual, which she attributed to Arthur's presence. The lights in the club were turned off and the screen was turned on. A woman with long black hair down to her waist, olive skin, and natural makeup appeared on the screen. She was dressed only in a dark robe that made it seem as if she was wearing nothing else. Only a necklace with the large pendant of a bow adorned her neck. It was not only sensuality that was present in her, but elegance as well. And that was really what Morgana's message was. The simple could be elegant as well.

he burst into laughter and pushed past Toby into the unit. Rhett howled, weeping with hilarity as he followed. “I’m not sorry, and he apologizes for me a lot,” Morgana told the woman. “And he looked better in the dressing gown.” It was the same style of dressing gown that Heath had returned home in the night before, Talen realized with amusement, though the woman’s was a deep red rather than the lilac that Heath had worn. “Excuse my friends,” he tried to smooth things over as he encouraged Cameron and Toby to follow Morgana, Heath, and Rhett.

Morgana said to Amelia, completely ignoring Sharon's greetings, which made Amelia feel quite off but she didn't inquire further at that moment. Morgana signalled one of the attendees, who was holding a huge bag in her hand. The attendee stepped forward and Morgana took that back from her. “Tomorrow is your and Callum's wedding celebration gathering and I want you to wear this dress for the gathering, Amelia,” Morgana extended the bag towards Amelia with a polite smile on her face. Amelia took the back from her. “Thank you,” she thanked Morgana, smiling, believing it to be a gift from Morgana.