Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

"I'm so proud of you, darling. Really proud. And don't blame my hands; you look so hot in that dress. I love the dress, but seeing you naked is best." I giggled despite myself and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He wasn't wrong about the dress. Natasha had insisted on it, wanting us to dress to impress. The sleek, elegant white bodycon dress clung to my body like a second skin. It had a sleeveless design with a deep V-neckline, hugging my curves and tapering down to mid-calf length, ending in a small mermaid-style hem. Natasha's mother had even made a white sash with black trim and bold lettering that read "BEST CHEF IN THE WORLD."

SOFIA I stood in front of my mirror, brushing a final curl behind my ear as I gave myself one last look. The dress clung to me like a second skin, and I loved how it looked. It was a sleek, black satin dress with a slit that stopped just above my knees. It was backless, but with a pair of delicate crisscrossed straps, and the plunging neckline that didn’t give away too much of my boobs. I'd chosen it not just to tempt Adrian, but to show everyone I would meet today that I wasn’t some pushover who they could mess with.

But then Maya looked at me, wolf-whistled, and said, “Holy shit, Ava. You’re, like, a supervillain.” I snorted, but something in me liked the sound of it. Sofia returned with her own selection—a slip dress in metallic gold so thin it looked poured on. She dropped the robe, slipped the dress over her head, and in five seconds was party-ready. The dress had no back, dipped to her waist in front, and stopped just at the point of legal decency at her thighs. She didn’t bother with a bra, or even underwear, as far as I could tell.

The party itself was not the problem; it was the people in the party… and my dress. I hated my dress. Edward had styled me, complaining about not being there but letting me go and represent him. It was ridiculous. He didn’t have to dress me in awful clothes just because he wouldn’t be here with me. What in the world was he trying to prove? Sometimes I wish I could just stone him to death. If he was here with me, he would have styled me in something better and chic. He would have made sure that my hair and makeup and everything were perfect. He would have paraded me in his arms like a damn trophy that was showing off to his old friends.

I apprehensively twisted my fingers and kept my eyes lowered, I just couldn’t get Nichole’s misty eyes out of my head. "Wow!" I heard Scarlet expressing her liking for Willows's choice. She wore a white and purple gown that was hiding all the useless spots of her body and highlighting the ones that should be covered. She walked towards us, feeling like a queen, and smiled widely. She had a great figure, great posture, but I don’t know what she was thinking when she picked up that dress. ''I like how you matched those heels with the dress.'' Scarlet complimented, making me think she never told us about the accessories, or anything other than the dress.

“Change quickly, and then sit down. I’ll get the supplies.” I took the dress from Bell’s hands, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric. As I unfolded it, a sense of dread settled over me. The dress was a deep red, satin, and sleek, but it was far more revealing than anything I had ever worn. The neckline dipped low, exposing more cleavage than I was comfortable with, and the hemline was high, stopping just above my knee, leaving most of my thighs bare.

She almost looked guilty. “Alright,” I murmured, ready to get over with this. With a lot of difficulty, I had managed to come to terms with the fact that marrying alpha Isaac or being his bride would entail bonding, and bonding meant mating. When I laid my eyes on the dress, it solidified my thoughts. The dress was made of fine silk, purple in colour, spaghetti straps and a deep neckline that would hardly keep anything to the imagination. I was not surprised when I saw the lack of underwear. With reddened cheeks, I hurried to the ensuite washroom. The silk felt soft against my skin and I was grateful to have finally stepped out of the gaudy dress. When I came out of the washroom, the short g

"Plus... I bought a dress." ​I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of dress?" ​"A red one," she whispered, leaning closer until her lips were inches from mine. "Backless. Slit up to the thigh. I tried it on for Helen, and she said it was... sinful." ​I groaned, dropping my pen. She was playing dirty. And God help me, it was working.

It was horrible when someone they thought was dead showed up out of nowhere. Jean wore a vintage strapless dress with a rich Byzantine style, gorgeous and mysterious. The dress had a picture of Jesus crucified by the Pharisees embroidered in golden silk! The name of that dress was -- sin offering. And it was popular all over the Internet at the time. Because that dress was totally different from what Galene had designed in the past. It was solemn, beautiful and powerful! There were many blood-red gems inlaid at the hem and shoulder edge of the dress!