Murci Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

"Humph! you are going to refund me my money for that dress, it's your design anyway so you owe me. That was the last cash, I used in purchasing the house and the dress." "Fine I will give you the money back but why did you choose that one? You could have bought a cheaper dress, you know?" "I saw that green lotus Susan and I just felt that I couldn't lose to her, your face would be lost if that happened?" "Thank you, you are my soulmate.’’ Alexa cried as they hugged again. Finally, Alexa chose an orange cross-strap dress with a flowery pattern at the front of it, the gown was ankle length with a long slit that reached the laps showcasing the white Jade-like skin. It was mature and sexy and pe

It was a beautiful concoction of sheer elegance and royalty, a token of my newfound status as their Luna Queen. The dress was a captivating blend of blues, the colour reflecting my eyes. Made from the softest silk, it hugged my curves before flowing down in a cascade of sparkling fabric. The bodice was encrusted with tiny crystals, twinkling like tiny stars against the rich fabric, enhancing my fair skin. The off-shoulder style showcased my collarbones, displaying my mate's mark for show on either side of my neck, while the slight slit on the side added a hint of sensuality to the outfit.

She walked to the mannequin displaying the dress Leona had previously admired—a white, elegant gown. "Mr. Hewitt, this dress is called the Aphrodite Dress, designed by a well-known international designer. It comes in two colors—black, which signifies dignity and nobility, and white, which means innocence and amiability. "And the price is quite reasonable, only 13,500 dollars. You can get it for just 9,450 dollars as a Diamond member." Olivia enthusiastically introduced the dress, and she was secretly delighted to notice the sparkles in Jessica's eyes.

Eavon whispered, his voice low and intimate, as if we were the only two people in the room. I was wearing a long black dress with a high mock neckline, short cap sleeves, and a form-fitting silhouette that flared out slightly at the bottom. The fabric, a rich, dark satin, seemed to absorb the light around me, making me feel like a shadow in the vibrant room. In my hand, I clutched a small, cream-colored purse with a delicate pearl strap, its simplicity a stark contrast to the opulence of the event. I had found the dress in the closet in the room he’d given me, and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew my style so perfectly.

Sariel's point of view SUNDAY ANNIVERSARY PARTY I’ve dressed myself in a purple silk A-line cocktail dress with a clavicle-framing neckline. It fits with flares at the shoulders for an extravagant look and has soft, molded sleeves that follow my natural curves. The theme is pastel, and the dress code is cocktail attire for girls. We’re going to the mansion, and Tito has already arrived. Murphy? He's downstairs, talking to my mom. Tsk, as if my mom would actually like him for me.

"This is Alpha Roric, the strongest in the North, and his mate. I'm just here to help them choose a dress." Amy looked from Roric to me, terrified. "But what about the dress you designed—" "Bring it out," I cut her off. "She wants to see it." Amy nodded and rushed to the back. A few minutes later, she returned with an ornate dress box. The moment she opened it, a collective gasp filled the shop. It was a gown made of moon-silk. Every inch was embroidered with tiny, glittering diamonds that shimmered under the lights. It was breathtaking. A dream.

“Put her in the ivory. Now.” Ten minutes later, the green dress was gone, replaced by the heavy, structured weight of the wedding gown. It wasn't a standard corporate dress, it was an absolute masterpiece that clung tightly to the curve of my waist, the low neckline cutting sharply across my collarbones, exposing the dark, faint bruise on my chin that I hadn't quite managed to hide with makeup. When I stepped out of the dressing alcove, the penthouse lights had suddenly flickered. Darien was standing by the glass windows, a glass of amber scotch in his hand, but he wasn't drinking. His eyes were fixed on the private terrace doors outside.

He explains nonchalantly that he called them to send some dresses for me. My breath catches as I look at the collection laid out before me. There’s a deep azure gown with a plunging neckline and intricate beading that catches the light, shimmering like dew on grass at sunrise. Next to it, a sleek black dress with a high slit and a cascade of delicate lace that adds a touch of mystery and allure. There’s also a vibrant red number with an off-the-shoulder design and a flowing skirt that seems to move like liquid fire. "Neal, I only need one dress."

Veronica grinned before unzipping the garment bag. She paused at the sight. The dress inside was stunning. Deep burgundy silk caught the warm bedroom light as she lifted it carefully from the bag. Elegant without appearing delicate. Structured through the waist before falling into smooth lines that looked almost liquid beneath her hands. Maya stared openly. “Oh my.” Veronica exhaled softly. Rick had clearly ignored every attempt she made to minimise her appearance at tomorrow’s event. A smaller box rested near the bottom of the bag. Inside were understated diamond earrings.

With a resigned sigh, Leonor freshened up and slipped into the dress, the silky fabric cool against her skin. The dress was a sleek spaghetti-strap black gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmered in the light, adorned with subtle, intricate patterns that caught the eye without being ostentatious. The bodice was fitted, the skirt flowing gracefully to the floor, and the back dipped in a daring yet elegant V-shape.