My Dress Up Darling Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, clutching the dress to my body as I turned to go change in the bathroom. I have been anticipating this day for a long time. I get even more excited when I hear my parents and Percival's parents discussing their plans for me and Percival's future. All I can hope is that he feels the same way about me. Darius whistled softly as I emerged from the restroom, wearing the dress he had picked out and my hair loose and curled. "You look so pretty in a dress. It's my top choice." He wrinkled his nose and cocked his head to one side. "You know what? Upon closer inspection, I believe it might be too short… What do you think?" He was evaluating me analytically. His big brother's ego had taken ov

At least for a few brief moments, I could pretend like it really was a party from my own birthday birthday celebration. When I made it back to my room, there was already a dress on the bed. It came with a note from Alpha Angus. “My dear, I saw this on my travels and thought of you instantly. Please wear it tonight for me. Love Angus.” I could hardly refuse such a request. He was the only father I had ever known, and he truly lived up to what I had always imagined the father should be. He was loving and kind and truly cared about me. I put on the dress instantly. I moved to my vanity and started to figure out what to do with my hair and makeup. it was 6 o’clock when I finished. Guests arrivin

In my perfect illusion, as I was lost into the waves of fangirl emotions, Sean has managed to get inside the room and walk towards me. "Pretty decent for me." He said, looking down at my dress. Out of all the days of this year, I decided to don my babydoll today. I narrowed my eyes at him and cleared my throat. "Eyes up here." He looked up and a teasing smile was playing across his face. "Do you want to try that convincing position once?"

"What? There's no way I'm playing princess dressup. I'm not a man, remember? A hot one and hot men don't play princess dress up, mostly when it involves a little demon and her assistant" "Yes you will" I stated "Cause you want your body parts intact" "Dillie is gonna play dress up with me!" Kayla yelled, hugging my legs "Thanks Diana" "Guess what Cupcake" "What?" "I hate you" "I hate you too Darling" "Now let's get this dress up started" .~*~.~*~.~*~. "Sit" I pointed at the pink chair "Come on Dylan, Kayla has to go to bed in a few minutes"

"Put this on. And that sucks, but did you expect him to fess up?" "I guess not, but Daniel sounded like he didn't even want to talk to me." Jana crosses her arms and I take the dress. "So he's difficult then? He's still a total catch." "I'm not Daphne, Jana. I care about more than looks." I step into the bathroom and swap my school clothes for the dress. I take a brush through my hair and Jana kicks me out so she can use the toilet. Sitting in my bed, I yank through the last knot. "So, what kind of party is it this time?"

“Oh, amusing time. Right, Shina is amusing. Why are you here then? Shouldn’t you be at her side, appreciating how mountainous her buns are!” “Ha? But she had enough. I love it.” To his reply, I annoyedly step back away from him and directed him towards the dressing room. “Then go, why are you still here?” “To see how jealous my Darling is.” “I’m not jealous!” “Oh? Did I say you are my darling?” “Did I say you’re the one I’m talking to?” “Look who’s muttering. Come out, Adira. I know you’re jealous.” I tightly closed my eyes and threw the last piece of fabric off my body. I hurriedly wore the satin dress hanged on the side before I spring up. “What jealous? Between the two of us, you’re the o

“Easy.” “Wow,” Daemon whistles under his breath. “We really did a number on you.” Storm hums, pleased. We should do it again. “Shut up,” I whisper under my breath—both to Daemon and Storm. I stumble toward the wardrobe where someone—probably Darius laid out a dress. Soft gray, simple, flowing. My fingers brush the fabric. I inhale. His scent lingers faintly on it. My heart jumps. He probably feels betrayed or maybe even jealous, but he has to deal with it. Draven and Daemon are my mates too, and I can do whatever I want with either of them

Morgan said and walked towards the door to step out of the room and Darling did the same but with her eyes glued on Morgan. Darling studied Morgan's dress, her outfit was beautiful and befitting for a rich daughter unlike hers which appeared to look bland and this had Darling thinking deeply.

Skimpy dresses in rich, luxurious fabrics; gowns that clung to curves I wasn’t even sure I had; delicate, lacy lingerie that looked more like something out of a movie—not just any movie—than anything I’d ever dreamed of wearing. I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer. “Are you out of your mind?” I hissed, stepping close enough to keep my voice low but pointed. “I’m not wearing that.” Damon paused, holding up a particularly daring red dress, his eyebrows raised as he looked at me with cool amusement. “Oh, you will.” “Excuse me?” I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest. “Last I checked, I didn’t sign up for—” His eyes darkened, and he took a deliberate step toward me, the dress still hanging