Nami Dressrosa Novels & Stories

After months of being miserable, this was a nice change. Noemi pulled a simple wrap dress off a hanger. She'd picked it up on a trip sometime back. The loud colors went with the evening's vibe. It was nice and would expand with her food baby. There was no way to not stuff her face during weeks like these. She slid her feet into a pair of flats and grabbed a simple necklace off her dresser to complete the look, then went in search of Garth. He was frowning at the roses, arranging the flowers with the eye of someone who had a special touch.

Rina nodded. “Ah very well!” Nene clapped her hands. She asked the staff to carry more red dresses, the design varies from a simple dress to an elegant dress that will awe everyone in the vicinity. However, considering that they’re not at a big party, it is logical for her to choose the dress in-between. “I think this one looked good on you” Nene showed the slim red dress with a rose on the other side of the sleeve. “Thanks” Rina smiled.

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!"

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.

“Not that we would ever critique your personal style, your Maj-...Lana,’ Maggie hurries to add. I try to smile, but my hand is already moving to my temple, fingers pressing into the skin. The room is a roar of magical residue. Every every inch of stone is humming at a frequency that makes my bones ache. “Simple is… good. I’m only going to breakfast.” ‘As a Queen,’ Rosa reminds me softly and I nod, resigned to the idea. She demonstrates the dress, it has short capped sleeves and soft stays instead of a bodice. It’s a pale green sage colour, patterned with delicate leaf embroidery. I approach, squinting as I examine the fabric for any sign of magic woven in. “Lana? Is everything alright?” Rosa

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

He was just finishing off his look with a wave of his hand when Rose barged into the closet. "Did I ever tell you gold was your colour, Rose?" he asked when he saw her wearing the pale gold one-shoulder dress that Clare Waight Keller had created for her. His eye caught on the diamond broach that held the dress together at her right hip, revealing one long leg, the silk material of the train trailing behind her. "You look beautiful" he whispered as he kissed her cheek, smiling at her long hair pinned up elegantly on top of her head and her lips a dark purple that set off her complexion beautifully. "you look just like mom" he whispered sadly, moulding himself to her body when she wrapped him

I started, but Layla interuppted me. "Ah, it doesn't matter. Come look! I want to show you the dresses I picked out for my Luna ceramony!" I groaned. I completely forgot that I told her I would make her Luna. But I also said if I haven't found my mate by 25 that I would. I'm 24, and I found my mate.

'' I lie, smoothly as I continue to look at him. He rolls his eyes at me, pointing at the window, ''No you're not. You need to jump now, amore.'' Then, he pulls me towards the window before picking me up and placing me right near the window but he drops me as soon as I start fighting back, ''Rose.'' He says my name, impatiently. ''I'm wearing a dress, Elia. I can't jump!'' I state but he quickly tear the dress—making it short up till my knees. My eyes widen in surprise but he just acts casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.

While the hand maid secured it to her head, Nicholas stood before his daughter and admired the seamstress’ work. “She’s a miracle worker, don’t you think?” Rosemary looked down over her white empire waisted gown that gathered just below her bosom. The neck, wrists and hem were threaded in gold to match the nuances of her silver and gold crown. Nicolas took her hands and shook his head. “Nonsense. You look beautiful every day, Rosemary, but this…this is amazing. You look like the proper Queen that Daniel would make you.” Pulling her into his side, Nicholas glanced down at Rosemary’s face. “Are you ready, my dear?”