Murci Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

ϖϖϖϖϖϖ “This isn’t too much, right?” Nora muttered, staring at her reflection for the third time that evening. Her dress was a show-stopper: a black, high-necked, sleeveless gown that hugged her curves like it was made for her. Silver crystals and tiny stones glittered down one side, where a slit ran high up her thigh. Her long, dyed red ombré hair flowed past her waist. The matching stilettos caught the light, her diamond necklace glowed, and for a moment she looked like she belonged on a runway instead of at a corporate party.

“Now let’s get you ready. You’re about to become the Luna of the pack, after all.” I nodded, my heart fluttering with excitement as I turned back to the mirror. My dress—*my wedding dress*—was stunning. The fabric was a delicate ivory silk that shimmered in the light, flowing down in soft waves to the floor. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace detailing, and the sleeves, made of the same lace, clung to my arms like a second skin. It felt light and airy, like it was made just for me, with delicate pearl buttons lining the back. The dress hugged my figure perfectly, making me feel both powerful and ethereal.

"Look forward to tasting what you have to offer me?" Ruby muttered, biting back a grin and halfway hoping there was a double meaning to that comment. A surprise for me? Excitement welled up within her as she made her way over to the large walk-in closet. Pulling open the double doors she gasped, her eyes immediately focusing on the black, strapless floor length gown, hooked on a steel rack in the center of the closet, along with a matching satin wrap. "You have got to be shitting me," she muttered as she walked into closet and tentatively touched the soft fabric. The tag inside was marked Versace.

Shirley said with a gentle smile, giving Marcia a light nudge. Suppressing a rush of inexplicable excitement, Marcia nodded and carefully took the dress from its stand. The moment she put it on, she gazed at her reflection in disbelief. Was that really her? The dress was even more breathtaking than it looked on display. Not only did it fit her perfectly, but it also highlighted her tall, elegant figure. The off-shoulder design framed her like a goddess, while delicate petals made of sheer fabric adorned with crystal stamens scattered across the skirt, radiating an air of romance.

One of the very few left to her since she was officially open and on the marriage market. She had spent hours choosing her dress that morning, finally settling on deep purple and grey silk threaded with onyx, modest yet elegant. She wanted to appear as if nothing was wrong or that anything weighed on her mind, though her sleepless nights and the raw tremor in her chest from flashbacks and night terrors of that incident threatened to betrayed otherwise.

the reporter continued, her smile unwavering, even as she scanned my outfit – a custom-made emerald gown that shimmered under the spotlights. The dress, a creation of famed designer Alessandro Bianchi, clung to my curves in a way that was both elegant and alluring. The emerald hue wasn't a flat, uniform color, but rather a cascade of shimmering greens that seemed to shift and change with every movement. It started with a deep, almost jade green at the bodice, which hugged my figure with a delicate sweetheart neckline that dipped just low enough to be tasteful. Delicate straps, adorned with tiny emerald crystals that twinkled like morning dew, cascaded down my shoulders, disappearing into the

The only one she had was the one that Rico prepared for her when she had met Dante for the first time. However, that dress was too revealing, just like a bikini. She couldn’t wear it to the party! When she was in a dilemma and preparing to borrow one from Allegra,Dante brought her a shopping box. She opened it, and saw a long blue watery dress with fine diamonds. The dress was a strapless style with a ribbon of a blue rose on her neck that would make her skin look quite fair. Renee was shocked when she saw the brand. The dress was the newest summer style of D&E, which was the only one in the world.

Stella reassured me that the Alpha Prince and his wolf, Bjorn, were both impressed by us for standing up for ourselves and claiming our prey. I checked myself one last time in the full-length mirror of the restroom. The new dress they had bought me was from the Delgatti fall line. It was silk, and the top was a bit looser than my previous dress, but this one was still one of my favorites. It was a deep dark purple with black accentuating jewels bedazzled on the waist band. The top was created like a blouse with a high collar that tied into a bow, the waist band started the tightening of the silk which stopped just above the knee and had a small slit on the left side. It matched well with the