Nami Dressrosa Novels & Stories

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

Stop thinking Rhea's her ally! My stepsister placed some platinum-blond hair behind her pale ear. It was loose and straight, falling to her small waist. She wore a light green dress with reflective gemstones stitched along the neckline, long sleeves, and a long skirt; a matching coat complemented her ensemble. It was perhaps the plainest thing I'd ever seen her in. "You should get dressed, Rose. A proper lady doesn't parade around in her nightclothes all day," she half-joked, half-lectured. I nodded and obeyed.

In a gesture of gratitude, she hugged Angelika, feeling even closer to her daughter. Hours later, after taking care of all the details and finally getting dressed, Rosalie looked in the mirror. She was stunning wearing the dark blue dress that perfectly outlined her curves. The V-cut valued his silhouette, and the slit on his left thigh added a subtle touch of daring to the elegance of the costume. She felt confident and powerful.

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

"It's fine. Now go so I can change." When Felix leaves and closes the door, I lift the lid of the box and startle at the short black dress inside. Beside it is a pair of black hills and a black, metal studded collar. My heart races at the thought of wearing this. My brothers would never let me leave the house dressed like this but now they were the ones giving it to me to wear. I guess the human dress code was more scandalous here than it was back home. I reluctantly changed into the dress and the ridiculously uncomfortable heels and then I stared at the collar like if I looked at it long enough it would combust into flames. Unfortunately, for me it didn't so I picked up the damn thing and b

Before I could ask what she meant, the elevator chimed, announcing the arrival of someone else. "That'll be Natasha, the stylist." Rosa explained. "I'll show her in." The next two hours were a whirlwind of measurements, fabric swatches, and more clothing than I'd ever seen in one place. Natasha, a razor thin woman with a severe bob and Russian accent, approached dressing me like a military campaign. " No no NO!" she exclaimed, yanking away a blue dress I'd selected. "This is all wrong for your coloring. You are spring palette, not winter!"

The woman gleamed with happiness. “Oh! My boy is all grown up. Come one let me show you some of our dresses. Natalie’s color is red right?” We nodded. “Come on then.” We walked behind her and I noticed all the beautiful dresses in the shop. “Show us dresses that are not red also Rosie.” “okay.” She went inside and brought a scarlet red A-line gown that had a slit and decorative buttons lined the dress. There were beautiful embroidered roses on the off shoulder neckline. “Do you know her size?”

Rose stood up and walked to her wardrobe to choose the best dress for the day. ~ 10 minutes later ~ Rose came out of her room, she exuded elegance and style, with her carefully chosen attire that reflects her confident and fashion-forward personality. Her dress features a stunning combination of colors and materials, perfectly complementing her overall look. The top of her dress has a soft shade of pink, exuding femininity and grace. It was crafted from a luxurious and delicate fabric, adorned with intricate details such as lace or embroidery. The top has a flattering neckline, accentuating her collarbones and adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance.

Rosa, Penny, and Nick were all staring at the spectacle before them with a tiny relieved smile. Rosa Edmond and Penelope Douglas; my Esthetician and massage therapist respectively were already dressed in our signature uniform—A pink-colored two-piece outfit consisting of a top and pants. The top has a V-neck design and short puff sleeves, and the pants are a loose, jogger-style cut. But Nick— the nail technician was still dressed casually. Okay… what the hell is going on here? Tara unwrapped her arms from my body and grabbed my shoulders instead. “You are not hurt anywhere, are you? Do you feel pain anywhere? Do you feel dizzy?”

She also mentioned that being on Rosetta’s side is luck. “Stop it, flora. You don’t have to go that far,” said Rosetta, before Flora runs out of breath due to the praise. “No, even me women fall for your charms. The other boys will!“ shouted Flora. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at her Lady. “Lady Rosetta is so pretty!” Well, what Flora says is far from wrong. A dark-red dress is studded with beads consisting of pearls and white gems. The breast and sides are golden-colored, which are also covered with pearl powder. It glistens in twos.