Nami Dressrosa Novels & Stories

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Normally, Rose would be buzzing with excitement, helping me choose the perfect outfit. I shook my head, forcefully pushing the worry away. I needed to believe she was safe and focus entirely on performing well in the tests. As night approached, I chose my clothing with care. The dress was mostly white and sheer, marked by striking sapphire blue sashes and trim. It featured a fitted top and large, puffy sleeves that rested gently off the shoulders, with a skirt that was short enough to allow movement. I paired it with comfortable white low heels. When I was ready, I stepped outside and found Alpha Sano waiting. He was leaning casually against the wall with his hands tucked into his pockets.

Mimi put the glasses on the table and offered me a small plate with a sandwich first. I took the plate gratefully. The whole meeting with the Elders before, then the second meeting with Cameron’s father and Elder Tom, and now with the Rhos made my stomach famished. The Rhos smiled at Mimi. Maybe because Mimi finally gave them a glimpse of light what they should call me. “Please have the sandwich and the juice too,” I said. “Let’s eat and drink while we are discussing this.” “Mistress, what do you have in mind for your dress?” a Rho asked me. “I think a mild green mint or emerald dress will be perfect for you. It will stress your eye color.”

"You look beautiful, Nia," Callum said. His eyes burned as his hands wrapped around my waist. I wore a sleeveless, V-neck red dress that fell down my body, softly hugging my curves. It revealed more skin than I was used to, but it fit this type of elite gathering hall. My hair was up in a fashionable bun that left my neck and shoulders exposed. Combined with red sandals and simple diamond studs, I looked like I belonged at the fancy Alpha Summit Lodge. Although, I didn't feel it.

Her daughter, Graycen, was spending the evening with a trusted babysitter, leaving Nora free to prepare herself for the special night. Nora headed to her bedroom to choose the perfect outfit for the date. She opted for a stunning knee-length, navy blue dress with a subtle floral pattern. The dress had a flattering A-line cut, cinched at the waist to accentuate her curves. It was an elegant yet modern choice, and it made her feel confident. As Nora slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but admire her reflection in the mirror. She then carefully selected a pair of silver stilettos, which added a touch of sophistication to her look, and she checked herself in the mirror once more, ensuring

Yuri squabbled, dropping my new debut ball dress to my bed as she pinned Rosy to the pillow and tickled her to death. "You two are the next minstrel duo, taking Arcadia by storm," I laughed, examining the tiered dress I was to wear to tonight at Yuri's debut ball. It was sparkling sable, dyed black, threaded through the corset with rubies and violet ribbon. It looked like a star, and my Magick quickened as I traced the pleats, black fur, and lacing. Rosy's dress: sapphire blue silk. Yuri's dress: metallic silver damask.

Her light-skinned complexion seemed to radiate with a soft, inner luminescence, enhancing her already stunning features. Towering with confidence, Rosa possessed a statuesque figure that commanded attention and stirred the senses. Clad in a red, figure-hugging dress, she exuded a magnetic charm, her every curve accentuated flawlessly. The gown, daring and artfully designed, flirtatiously toyed with the boundaries of convention, hinting at the untamed spirit that lay within her.

But, unfortunately, the weather on the mountain was getting chilly. “This looks good,” Rose said as she tied her hair up. “Excellent choice of color.” Smiling, I watch as my mate fixes her clothes. I had asked for a long aqua dress with long sleeves to be brought over. It covers her chest but had an open back. Showing her delicate spine and waist. It had a sexiness to it I loved. I asked for white boots to compliment her dress and a white knitted sweater. Her eyes gleamed with the color of dress she was wearing.

She caught Rose’s reflection in the mirror and offered a weak smile. Rose grinned back. "You look amazing, Andrea. Absolutely stunning." Andrea glanced down at the intricate dress she wore. It was a deep emerald green that complemented her eyes, the fabric flowing like liquid silk. The bodice was fitted, adorned with delicate beadwork that shimmered in the light. Her hair had been styled into loose waves, cascading down her back, with a few strands artfully pinned back to frame her face. The makeup was subtle but enhanced her natural beauty, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips.

Dmitri asks warily as their carriage starts to pick up speed. “Nothing!” Roseanne lies. Dmitri shakes his head, not believing her claims but he does not say anything. Roseanne, twitches in her seat, feeling awfully self-conscious. That morning, she took great care about the way she dressed. Her long hair is tied into a beautiful dutch braid adorned with colourful clips and a small rose. She even puffed on light powder and sprinkled a little jasmine perfume on herself. Her subtle pink dress is long and modest, fitting her slender figure. As per Aria, the colour suits her.