Nami Dressrosa Novels & Stories

I ask him and come close to him, placing my hands on his chest and grabbing his tie to arrange it a little bit. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?" he asks me laughing. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Zoey!" I can only stand still as my cheeks turn red. I look really good in the clothes that Rose convinced me to wear on the Gala. I wear a Cutout crêpe maxi dress from MÔNOT. You can never go wrong with this kind of dress at a party. The dress has shoulder pad inserts, a damn low back and cinched waist. Also in the front of this sexy black dress my tiny breasts are barely covered by the soft and delicate material.

It smelt like strawberries as I twisted the cap open, and I applied it carefully to my pouted lips. We were in mine and Samyak’s little cabin, clustered around the mirror Rosa had dragged in to my bedroom. She, as always, was waiting until the last possible moment to get dressed. Nami, however, was wearing an elegant bronze dress that clung to her torso and flowed loosely from her waist. Together Rosa and I, to Nami’s great delight, had braided a long French plait into her dark curls. The sun hung low in the sky, warming the dewy grass and the burgundy trees. The ceremony would commence at sun down, when the light was low and the mood was filled with the excitement of twilight, of change.

Yesterday and today is just going smoothly, she hopes nothing wrong will happen at the luncheon. The girls agreed and Nana pivoted to look at the full length huge mirror after saying her prayer. She smiled at the golden brown bespoke Woora dress she's wearing. It's not as tight as she thought it would be. It's simple golden brown embroidery makes everything beautiful and elegant. She is already in love with the dress and it's warmness under her fingers makes everything more gorgeous. "Now, step into this beautiful heels and hold this clutch and then you're ready!" Rukayyah verballed, moseying out of Nana's closet with beautiful golden glass-like heels and clutch.

It hung limply at her side. The demon assessed the scene before him. His face darkening at her stubborn stupidity. Nim wore a plain green dress, the shade darkening her vivid eyes and perfectly complimenting the blood red of her hair. Absent corsets or other trappings, the dress was laced simply up the front. Giving an unobstructed view of her shape. Lush hips curved into the slim waist which Nierwae knew his hands easily fit around. One sleeve was torn, and the gold embroidered neckline dipped low over the rising curves of small, upturned breasts. As she moved, he glimpsed bare feet and what he suspected was dark cotton pants beneath the skirts.

Well, she was becoming one soon so might as well get used to it. Rosa was wearing a blood-red dress that would make her mother's eyes bulged out from her head. From the low square neckline, connected to a sheer long sleeve with a flowy skirt that reaches the floor, she does resemble royalty. Her natural curls were left alone. It was like she was dressed to resemble a gift for the winner and with this particular color, she had no doubt about it. She turned to her left and stare at Ingrid who was standing and staring happily at the crowd dueling in the middle of the battleground. Weapons and blood everywhere, she could feel bile rising to her throat.

But he didn't bother to look. 'Must be famous Model Or a Business man' he thought.. But one name came out of the crowd "Here comes Ms Rose" Few people says looking at the new comer.. When he turn to her in a rush.... He couldn't see her through the crowd so he tried to look and what he saw made him speechless. Naomi is wearing Red Off shoulder dress with a huge slit at a side ... Gorgeous is the only word he could heard in the crowd but Nick was awestruck because what he is seeing is beyond description...

~~Oriana~~ I’ve known about you longer than you’d think. Rosa’s words followed me all the way back upstairs. I turned them over in my head while Nica helped me into the dress Rosa had picked –a deep blue thing, fitted and simple, the kind that didn’t try too hard but still made a statement. I turned them over while Rosa sat on the edge of my bed talking at a speed that probably had its own weather system, pulling my hair back with hands that were surprisingly gentle for someone who moved through the world like a small controlled explosion.

Rosella tried cheering her up as she started the car and drove out of the area. 《GLAM'S BOUTIQUE》 Rosella Vincento. "How does this dress look on me?". Rosella asked Camila who smiled at the dress she was wearing. Rosella was wearing a short royal blue gown which had a pretty up-shoulder arm with a lot of flare waffles at the bottom. She looked exceptionally pretty in it. "I love it. Never knew you were prettier than this!". Camila gushed and Rosella frowned at her. "What do you mean by that?". Rosella asked.

She had a massive, excited smile on her face. "If Mina wants to wear your green dress," Nixie smirked, unzipping the bag, "then we are going to make sure she looks like a cheap imitation." She pulled out the dress, It was a breathtaking, fiery crimson red. It was made of pure silk, with a daring slit up the leg and a beautiful open back.

After a short while before she can even look herself properly in the mirror, Rosa is told that she needs to dress up. It's a pink dress and it's beautiful. It's long and a bit puffy, but not too much that she can't move properly. The dress is embroidered with jewels that Rosa is sure that are real because when she wears the dress, it's quite heavy. They've also given her a pair of black sandals that matches perfectly with the dress. A bit more time is spent on her hair and finally, they announce that it's done. “Your daughter is such a doll and I'm glad she's Arnold's mate.” Rita tells Rosalie's mother who giggles along with her.