Nagisa 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.

Darius rolled his eyes. "True that. The only thing that hasn't and might never get handed down is Nana Hazel's dress. She gave it to Zoe, but she has the build for it. And so far, none of our girl cousins or the girlfriends of our guy cousins are that small,” Forrest nodded. "Riko is,” I found myself commenting. And now that image was in my head. With all her long thick black locks in an updo, Riko’s neck and shoulders were on display wearing the white strapless organza dress with ruffled hem and detachable train, and black floral embroidery embellishes both pieces.

Sicca stood at my side as he went over the last details with Nicolais. The dress I wore was elegant, a warm orange, like the Kingdom of Summer itself. It had a comforting tone, one that made me feel at ease, that made me feel warm. Its usual shape hugged my chest before flaring out into a puffed skirt at the bottom, accentuating my figure in the most flattering way.

When we got back to the apartment, I quickly took a shower and began to ransack my wardrobe. Clothes flew everywhere. Naomi sat on my bed, sipping wine from a glass as she watched me act like a mad woman. "How about this?" I asked, holding a silver gown. I showed her the dress. It was a silver strapless dress with a plunging neckline and an open back. "Is it sexy enough?” I asked. Naomi took a long look at the dress.

There was a knock on the bedroom door and then without waiting for an answer, Nigi pushed the door and sneaked inside. "Surely I have saved you from the scourge of waiting." A short black sleeveless open-necked shirt, dark red tight trousers, a muffler dangling from the neck, modern fashion sandals on the feet, shoulders Up to the silken locks that were left open. A beautiful necklace of white pearls around the neck, diamond-studded tops in the ears, a bracelet with beautiful jewels on the right wrist, a gold chain watch on the left arm, a precious gold purse hanging from the shoulder, deep make-up It looked like a rifle that had to be fired as soon as it hit the target.

Knowing that there won't be any people around them, Nayyab decided to wear a short mini western dress to surprise her husband. The dress was dark red in color with sweethear neckline and sleeveless and ended just below her knees..... Too say she was looking as sexy as hell would be understatement. She had taken bath in various scrbted oils and then lotioned her whole body for smooth touch. She curled her hair in perfection. Her make up was nicely done with smokey eyes and dark red lips. She painted her nails of both hand and feets in red. Wearing dress she looked at herself in the mirror and gasped loudly. She was shocked at tge fact that how good she looked. Indeed very sexy....

Ava's POV: Nancy approached us with a wide smile. We see her so frequently that we became friends already. “How are you both doing?” she greeted warmly. “You two have to come into the store. A dress came in that is so you. Please, just take a look!” “Oh, we’re going in for sure—I’m already curious! Besides, you need new clothes to fit your new lifestyle.” Terra said, tugging me by the hand into the boutique. The sales assistant brought out the dress still in its protective cover. It was a red evening dress, shimmering and short, with spaghetti straps, a deep V-neckline, and a plunging back that reached the base of the spine. Sexy wasn’t even the word. It was absolutely stunning.

Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!" That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen. I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me. "I'm ready to leave." After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?" "No. Just cancel it, please." I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me.

I swear one of them was glowing. “Oh my God,” I whispered, standing. The first one I tried on was sleek, all satin with a dramatic slit and an open back. Claire and Alessia nodded. Sofia gave a little round of applause. But my mom whispered, “Where’s the rest of it?” “Maé,” I groaned. “I’m just saying. Your whole nalgas are practically out.” “They are not!” I turned and checked in the mirror. They kind of were. The next dress was a full princess gown with a sixteen-foot train. I stepped out of the changing room and could barely walk without taking out a display case.

She didn't want to know. Once she was in her room, she removed her dress and threw on an old t-shirt after removing her makeup. She crawled into bed and then decided against it. Her dress. She wanted to see her dress before she fell asleep. It was Negan's grandmother's. It was an absolutely stunning piece of cloth. Navy blue to represent his pack's colors. It fit her like a glove when she first tried it and everyone that saw her remarked how lucky she was and how her mating to Negan was destined to be. She agreed with them. She felt the same way when she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked lovely. The red of her hair was a sharp contrast to the dark, rich color of the dress.