My Dress Up Darling Fanfic Novels & Stories

“So don’t you dare give up an opportunity of a lifetime for someone who can’t even be bothered to keep in touch.” Wear something sexy. Ashley couldn’t believe she was dressing up in a sexy outfit to go see the man who was once her best friend’s stepfather. She gulped as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe Dare—the sexy, enigmatic man who had haunted her teenage fantasies—was now playing the role of Dom to her sub.

Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it.

Standing tall, and utterly unbothered, with my nightdress dangling loosely from his fingers. The corner of his lips tugged upward into that lazy, arrogant smirk I have come to hate so much. "Fancy seeing you here, Peaches. I'm surprised darling Fiancèe left you to wander alone in the mansion... at night. Especially when "Damon" is around." I rolled my eyes, "I'm glad you know how overbearing you can be." I tried to snatch the dress from his hands, but he brought it higher. My lips pursed in frustration, "Hand me my dress, Damon. I'm not in the mood for this."

“…Laya?” - Darling? she asked incredulously. - You don't like this kind of treatment? Okay, let it be "darling". Of course, I'm not averse, but the bottom is still the press. “Yes, what is he talking about?” She followed Andras' gaze and gasped. How did she not immediately visit the thought that the dress could be ruined? Wrapping her arms around herself, the witch turned her back to the demon: - I need clothes! she screamed out loudly.

"And do you really think anyone cares what a pathetic, washed-up excuse for a human being like you has to say, Caleb?" I turned to see who it was. Darling. He stood by the back door, his arms crossed, a furious glint in his eyes that made Caleb visibly flinch. He must have followed me out. He was wearing a fabulous silk robe with feathers at the hems. It was such a typical Darling attire. Tristan had told me how both of these men had always been at loggerheads and I knew that this confrontation was going to be far from friendly. "Well, look who it is,'' Caleb sneered, "Hello, Darius''

Faking that the heat is from her touch, not her groom’s hand next to my dress, so dangerously close to my body. “You look just as gorgeous.” I grin and peck her as well. “Come on, we’ll be late.” She merrily grabs my hand and pulls me along. Then she reaches for Lara who’s talking to her man. Cheerful, she drags us with her. “You guys need to see my dress in real life. His mum single-handedly chose it and…” she chants, in her princess era. Such a happy soul doesn't deserve this, Berry. I scold myself.

" He said and walked away hastily, leaving me to regret my outburst. Why did I have to say that? It was none of my business. *** It was time for the party, and I stared at my dress laying on the bed. A black corset gown, embroidered with pearls. It felt odd. Dressing up after all that time. It wasn't for him. I wasn't dressing up for Zayn. I tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't. He got me the dress and suggested the whole dating and party thing. I was just playing along, right? "It isn't real, Cielle... This is all a game, a plot to get back what was taken away from you." I muttered to myself as I took off my bathrobe.

It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was close enough to scare me. “What do you think about this?” Darcy asked, dragging me back to reality. I glanced up to see her holding up a short red dress that looked like it belonged on a runway and raised an eyebrow “That’s way too tight, Darcy. I am visiting your father, not auditioning for a music video.” Darcy laughed. “Fine, fine,” she mumbled, putting the dress back and diving into her closet again. “You’re no fun.” I rolled my eyes, watching her rummage through hangers like she was on a treasure hunt.

She hurries into my arms, and kisses my cheek. “Do you like my dress?” She whispers in my ear, to which I growl. From the low growls around me, I guess the others have asked their mates the same questions. “You're damn lucky you’re you and I love you.” I whisper back, making Allie giggle. She smacks my chest. “Stop trying to hide me away, dimwitt. I’m not going to hide anymore! And neither are my girls. We will dress as we see fit, and you’ll be turned on.” She says, nippling at my earlobe. Oh fucking hell.