Silk Daffodil Novels & Stories

She climbed down from the bed slowly and walked close to Xander. "You did what!" She screamed and held his shirt. " You dare to me,you prick! And to worsen it, you changed my dress and my... you are so dead." Ariande couldn't think or say what else her boss had done. Xander didn't move, he only smiled. He could see her beauty in her anger. He was lost in those green eyes. And her anger made them sparkle. The fan blew her long black silky hair. Her lips were moving but he didn't hear anything, he only watched and thought of how tasty they would be. Ariande snapped her fingers at him when she noticed that he wasn't listening.

Artificial yellow light made her brown hair have gold weaved through and her eyes seemed soft. Then his eyes fell on what she was wearing and he would have smirked if he wasn’t too busy drinking it in. Similar to that white nightgown, she was wearing a silk purple one. Not purple, more like a plum. It was a strange but feminine color. His eyes fell on her chest and the way silk hugged her breasts made them look even fuller and rounder. They were held together giving him a nice view of her cleavage. The gown fell down tight enough to show her curves but lose enough to make it comfortable. Her little white feet were sticking from underneath it.

"Sure, Suze?" Suzie's eyes were occupied, Darren finally made an appearance. His auburn locks were hard to miss, he was tan with dark, fiery hair and bright blue eyes. He was quite attractive, Violet might have taken an interest in him if Suzie hadn't seen him first. Then again, they were perfect for each other so maybe not, they were both loud and friendly and at times obnoxious. No two people were more suited for one another, this Violet was sure of, which was why she was a bit annoyed at him for dragging his feet with Suzie.

I held my breath as my eyes continued to roam and capture the beauty of it. It has layers of chiffon cascade in pastel hues, blending like seasons. While floral appliqués dance along the fabric's edge. It is the embodiment of enchantment, timeless elegance and the very essence of dreams. “This is cute.” I uttered. “But the one on the left suits you more.” It wasn’t any simple gown either. As it was a mesmerizing creation of ethereal lavender silk. It could emphasize Abbott’s ethereal beauty. Its subtle draping could accentuate her every movement with delicate crystal accents that sparkles like stars.

I looked like a blade that had just been sharpened. ​The Gift of the Midnight Silk ​When I finally climbed out of the water, Kaelen was waiting with a garment that looked like it had been woven from the night sky itself. It was "Midnight Silk"—a fabric made from the cocoons of the Shadow-Moths that lived in the Dead Boundary. ​It was black, but as the light hit it, it shimmered with ripples of violet and deep blue. It was cold to the touch, but as I slipped it over my head, it warmed instantly, molding to my curves like a second skin.

Drumbrazil, amaryllis, dahlia, anthurium, lavender, fuschia, orchid, honeysuckle, oleander, tulip, echinacea, lily. Siena was mumbling to herself, “If I take out the first letter of each word, the result will be… DADALFOHOTEL…!” So Adalfo was playing code with her! But what was D Adalfo Hotel, another hotel owned by Adalfo?

"Jareth, you shouldn’t have wasted the money, I was planning to wear the wrap dress you bought me in town—" "Open it, Sarah." She huffed, but her curiosity won out. Her fingers, reddened from dishwater, trembled as she slid the zipper down. The silk didn't just fall; it flowed. It was the color of the sky right before the thunder cracks—a deep, shimmering charcoal that seemed to hold its own light. There was no lace, no gaudy sequins. Just the architectural perfection of heavy, high-grade silk. Sarah made a small, choked sound in the back of her throat. She reached out, her fingertips hovering an inch above the fabric as if afraid it would vanish. "This… this isn't from the village."

Clear, sparkling water poured smoothly over the white stone cups, splashing softly into the quiet pool below. Vivian was standing right beside the marble fountain. She looked stunningly beautiful in her dark, midnight-blue silk dress. The pale moonlight caught the tiny silver crystals sewn into her gown, making her shine like a bright star against the dark night sky. Tucked safely behind her left ear, the silver Moon Whisper flower gave off its soft, magical glow.

Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was. Shaking my head, I whispered. “Silly, Alpha Nox. It’s not purple.” “It’s not? Then what is it?” He tilted his head curiously. A savage grin slashed its way across my face. “It’s lilac.”

he adds swiftly. “Really? You can’t see colors?” I ask in shock. He chuckles, “I can see some colors, but yellows and reds are tricky.” “So, does that mean that yellows look red to you?” “No, my love. They look greyish or sometimes black. Like those flowers over there,” he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm.