Silk Daffodil Novels & Stories

The sheets are pale blue silk, still scented with her perfume. “Strip.”

Not like they don't already see the claiming mark, but now we had to show them the love bites too. But I had to admit, the silk was beautiful. The wide collar and sleeves were framed by a thick, ornate border of gold and light blue silk, heavily embroidered with dark floral patterns and twisting vines. To finish it, they fastened long, dangling silver earrings to my ears that brushed against my neck with every movement. "You look very beautiful, Your Grace," one of the younger maids whispered, smoothing down my hair, which now cascaded much longer past my shoulders. "The colors suit you.”

Kelly snorts. The third is elegant, silk that clings like water and drapes like a dream. It’s gorgeous but too revealing for what I want the ceremony to represent. The fourth is floral, made with lace that mimics roses and vines. Lovely, but it doesn’t feel like me. I begin losing hope, until the fifth dress is brought forward. It is simple at first glance, soft ivory, flowing with effortless grace. But when I step closer, the details reveal themselves like secrets whispered slowly.

Once the meticulous application of her makeup was complete, Olivia was gently guided back to the main floor of the boutique, where the three selected dresses awaited her. Each dress, a masterpiece in its own right, hung from the silver rack with an air of tantalizing elegance. The first dress that caught Olivia's eye was a concoction of brilliant blues, reminiscent of the midnight sky. Crafted from cascades of ethereal silk chiffon, it boasted a structured bodice encrusted with an array of sapphire and aquamarine crystals, their facets catching the soft light and reflecting back hues of azure and indigo. The skirt of the gown spilled out like a waterfall, the delicate layers of fabric rippli

Lux The dress I’m wearing is silk. I don’t know what color it is, but I’m told that it is supposed to match my eyes. According to Silas, that means it’s a shade of white with shimmers of other colors like blue or pink. I play with the fabric nervously as I feel my mom do my hair and place a crown on my head, a reminder for the night of who I am. I haven’t told her about Silas and my feelings for him... it’s a secret that I’m sure will go with me to my grave.

The saleslady noticed and thought that they were having a hard time choosing so she went to their direction. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. Looking for some dresses?" She was smiling while eyeing V. "Obviously," V answered at once without glancing at the lady's direction. She looked aghast but still managed to smile politely. "I think you'll like this one, ma'am, and this one, too," she said smilingly as she handed Ligaya two pretty dresses. One of them was a navy pink casual maxi dress and the other was a gray and black slip dress, which were both returned by Ligaya without a word. Of course the saleslady looked taken aback, she had offered her two nice dresses but she did not even examine th

he answered honestly. Luis stroked his son's hair because was pleased to hear his answer. "And the name of this flower is Calendula when you grow up maybe you can find out for yourself all things related to the flower," he continued reassuring his son. Troye nodded again. "Then what is the purpose of you bringing me here? Does it have something to do with the Calendula flower?" he replied curiously, because still curious about his father's statement.

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

She looked over at the pretty girl who was chugging down her hot chocolate, “Will you stay at home tomorrow, Daphne?” Daff and Beryl looked over in surprise. “Wha- she can’t come to uni with us.” Beryl laughed, “Her name is Daffodil. They’re Aunt Agnes’ favourite flowers.” Daff smiled, “My dad used them to propose. I think he gets her a bouquet every month.” Daryl felt her heart tug. They sounded like a cute family. “It’s not a common name but it definitely suits you!” She gave the half-fairy a warm smile.

‘Thank you…by the way don’t move close to that type of animals…not all rabbit are docile’. ‘I know, it’s a Dagi rabbit… it paralyzes its prey with the toxins in the claw then eats them up’ ivory explains ‘by the way where’s its claw’. ‘I put them in your bag’ Alfred replies staring at her. ‘Can you guys keep it down, I’m trying to sleep here’ indigo says as he yawns. ‘Well it’s time to wake up, can’t you see it almost dawn’ ivory says looking at the sleepy indigo ‘we should get moving’.