My Dress Up Darling Fanfiction Novels & Stories

IZER “ I don’t understand where she went. I really wanted her to see me buying this stupid dress. ” Darling groaned in her passenger seat. I smirked and peeked a glance at her from the corner of my eyes. When her little adventure in the dressing room ended with me staring at every fucking perfect curve of her body, she decided she only wanted to buy one short white dress that reached her mid-thighs and highlighted her damn perfect tits and ass. I would have ripped it like the red because it was too revealing but the idea of her wearing that dress for me alone didn’t let me go through with it. After that, she was eager to find that one specific bitch—her words, not mine.

"I'm happy you agreed to it." "I hate the guy, Damien. I've heard about him." "He seems nice." "Oh, really?" I could sense a hint of jealousy in his tone. "What? It’s just a compliment," I laughed. "At least they mean no harm." "For now." "Cheer up, darling." I pecked his cheek and walked towards the gown the tailor had just brought in. It was beautiful, probably the most beautiful I've ever seen. "You like it?" "I love it," I said, picking up the dress and admiring it. It was a light blue, long dress with a slit and a tail. Damn, I feel like Cinderella now.

The soldier reminded me before leaving. I carefully opened the box and found a pure white dress inside. It was so gorgeous like it was made of moonlight. And a circle of diamonds was embedded around the neckline like twinkling stars. I had never owned something so clean and beautiful in my entire life. Was I really going to wear it and attend that upper-class party? It was something I had never dreamed about before. *** At seven o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the entrance of the hall, wearing the dress Alpha Draven given me.

Sophia's POV "Wow, a damsel saving the hero." I clapped mockingly, ignoring the blood trickling down my hand. "After this little performance, will you two kiss and take it to bed?" I laughed with amusement, knowing it was a staged show. "He's not your husband yet, is he?" I added, feigning regret. I knew she had been fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Anderson. "Your hand is bleeding." Jared stepped toward me, reaching to staunch the bleeding.

Nancy was in her element. She moved through the space like a dancer on stage—graceful, radiant, magnetic. “Emily,” she called, holding up a flowing ivory dress with delicate beadwork. “Try this one. It’s soft, romantic. Perfect for the engagement dinner.” Emily took the dress with a polite nod, her fingers brushing the fabric. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. She didn’t belong in it. Nancy turned to Charles, who had taken a seat on one of the velvet benches, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “You’ll tell us the truth, won’t you, love? You are going to be the judge.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

“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

We both need this job so it’s better to cooperate with her. Wearing a baby blue dress. I looked like princess Sarah at times when her father is still alive. She own a lot of beautiful dresses. Thank you Jeoff, for pampering me like this. I am living in my very own nightmare. Imagining Jeoff laughing like a demon. Nevermind. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

Zithri came in before the lady closed the door. "Dan, his fiancee looks older." "Geez, that's not his fiancee. It might be the soon-to-be mother-in-law." She sighs and walks in the previous direction. Without saying a word, we finally arrived in our room. Smaller than I expected, the room is for a single occupant but I didn't give a place for complaining. As long as it's neat and organized, it'll suffice. I sat on the good-for-two bed with Acro on my lap as I fed her the bread. On the other hand, Dandeline magically—through her enchantment—changes her outfit into a daring backless red long gown, high-heeled sandals, and with a single comb of her magic, her hair becomes gorgeously straight.