Princesscore Outfits Novels & Stories

She laughed a good bit at that point. I opened the bag, looking at a black sparkly dress with a low sweetheart neckline and floor-length tulle princess dress skirt. I blinked a bit, “Well, it’s obvious someone who DOESN’T know me sent this. Like… at least it’s black?” I scrunch my nose up, “Why a princess skirt? How much fabric is there? I mean I hoped it was leather with how heavy this bag was.” I went and hung up the dress, and took a deep breath. I imagined the changes I wanted to see in the dress. Less tulle, sleeker, corseted waist, I liked the neckline but lining it with lines of the triple moon symbol embroidered in silver.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

How could I in fact even make conversation with the prince when the only words he spoke so far were his rejection? Delaying the inevitable, I made my way into the princess' personal wardrobe and picked out a nice springtime outfit I thought would lighten the prince's rather icy mood. My eyes were captured by a frilly short-sleeved airy dress with a lightly-embroidered flower pattern along the hem. It didn't quite look like Princess Iris' style–she was more hardened and frigid like her mother–so it made sense the tag was still on. I slipped the light dress, sighed, and peered down at the garden. I needed some fresh air.

' Princess: 'HR is gonna have a field day with you. I chuckled and replied back, she didn't like to wait and who am I to do so? Me: 'Wait till they hear how I fuck you.' Princess: 'Like a little bitch? I could have told them that myself.' Me: 'You're in for it when I'm back.' Princess: 'Better keep your promises.' She attached another photo of her in the sexy outfit. This time she sat in front of her mirror, her top gone and her legs spread for me to see her clothed core. I physically ached to not be able to taste her, it pissed me off more that I was far away.

“Well, I am a goddess, after all. I want to look the part.” Justina’s eyes got wide. “Really? That will be amazing!” “I got a few to start with.” Victoria, the sales lady came back. Going into the dressing room, she hung up three different styles. My eyes instantly went to the one on the left. “That one, please.” I said. She unzipped me and helped me out of the tight dress. This princess style dress was more what I pictured. It was a thicker strap that went into a deep V. The fabric scrunched down to a belt that had diamonds and opals on it. It landed on my upper waist perfectly and fell to the floor. There was a slip that ran to my upper thigh. High enough that I need to make sure my underw

“How would you like a position in my mother’s cosmetics company?” “I would love that very much, Princess,” Sulia beamed, her eyes shining for the first time since I’d arrived. She still had a future ahead of her. And the people who thought it was acceptable to traffic innocent girls like merchandise would soon learn exactly what consequences felt like. Her hands stilled for a second, surprise flashing in her eyes before hope replaced it. When I finally saw the outfit they expected me to wear, my expression hardened. The two-piece gold outfit was barely more than a bathing suit. It shimmered under the light, designed to expose more than it concealed.

“I'll try.” The other princes stare at me in silence for a while until the ice elemental gets back from the door and his voice breaks through the silence in the room, “It's time to get ready.” … When I saw the beautiful body-fitted dress these princes ordered for me, I just knew they were up to no good. I have no plan of leading them, nor do I want to want them more than I already do. These men really plan on going on a date with me. They all came out dressed so cute in stylish, unconventional suits. But when I insisted on putting on my oversized dress and sweater, they went back and changed to casual jeans and top fits just to blend in with me

But yet again… "It has been ten minutes, princess." "Just five more, Colton." She settles on a shade of white, with a somewhat rather low halter and something that lacks length. As she cocks her head with a simply irresistible smile on her face, she looks at me in anticipation, "How do I look?" "Princess, are you really going to wear that?" "Yes. What is wrong with it?" "Well, don't you think that is too, well, a bit revealing?" "How is it too revealing, Colton?"

he would not be kind and gentle as it should be. I stopped at his knees and he took a deep breath. I wasn’t wearing much, the slave collar, and a white, silk, spaghetti strap gown that was practically see-through. I was told as the king's slave that undergarments weren’t allowed.. so obviously I don’t have those either. I was surprised when the maids handed me this..I’m a slave and it’s not proper slave attire, but apparently, the King requested it.

Estella came out of the building he was standing in front of with a basket in her arm and I almost didn’t recognize her. She wore a temple-red shirt that looked to be made of silk beneath an armored vest. I thought she might be wearing a dress, but the shirt just had a long train that fell down to her knees. It was pleated. Underneath she wore leather pants and boots with high heels. She had a metal band on her head, nestled in her short curls.