Sixteen Candles Dresses Novels & Stories

The afternoon atmosphere was so peaceful as Lisa carefully placed the last scented candle on the table.It wasn’t a big decoration,just a little birthday setup,three bottles of red wine,small cake she had gotten from a restaurant earlier,with a few scented candles and beautiful red roses to give it a romantic setting.lt was a perfect decor,she gave in her all to prepare that.A beautiful red dress that compliment her Curvy shape,and her long brown hair neatly styled to suite for the occasion.She was satisfied .Genuinely excited.

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

I was worry but this worry change into tension when Adele came inside my room holding a ball gown dress. Adele walked into the room with a radiant smile on her face. She was holding a ball gown dress that shimmered in the light. The dress was made of silk and lace, with a fitted bodice and a full skirt. The color was a soft pink that matched her complexion. The bodice was adorned with pearls and crystals, and the skirt had layers of ruffles and frills. The dress had a low neckline and a corset back that accentuated her curves. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale.

And yet, I’d been polished into stunning grace… Cazz had chosen a dramatic black dress for me, beaded in midnight swirls and patterns that caught the light and twinkled. The shoulders were flat and hard, the beads looking almost like spikes. The bodice drew a straight line across my collarbones, then hugged every curve like a second skin, all the way down almost to my knees, where it flared out dramatically—which was good, because the wide flare balanced my shoulders and made my round tummy seem not quite so big.

“It’s probably a replica.” Cassandra nodded. She completely agreed. However, looking at the woman beside Xavier, she could not deny that the dress was from a famous brand because she and Haley had tried to buy that same dress. She bit her lip, then realized something. ‘They are probably just trying too hard.’ Cassandra laughed inwardly. ‘They probably bought that on a credit card. Twenty-four months to pay! Haha!’ ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you, Xavier, and your girlfriend. You won’t fool us,’ she thought silently.

Before me hangs the gown—a masterpiece crafted for this moment of splendor. The dress, a vision in white, glows softly under the warm glow of the crystal chandeliers. Its fabric is a symphony of silk and lace, delicate yet strong, designed to adorn and accentuate every curve and contour of my figure. The bodice is adorned with intricate beading, shimmering like stardust against the pure backdrop of ivory. Each bead is meticulously sewn, catching the light in a dance of elegance and grace.

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

My wealth doesn't come only from money but from the various magic items I have collected and favors I can collect. Finally, we arrived at a large store that had the letter C carved between several flowers. In the front window, there were only two dresses, on one side, a black dress with several sparkles reminiscent of stars, the whole place was decorated as if it were night; on the other side, a blue dress with golden sparkles reminiscent of day, the whole part was decorated to remember the sunrise.

POV MADDISON The mirror in my suite reflected a woman I barely recognized. The dress Caleb had sent up that afternoon wasn’t just an outfit—it was a weapon. It was made of crimson silk so intense it looked like liquid fire, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It featured an asymmetrical neckline that left my shoulders bare and a daring slit up the left leg that shattered any lingering sense of my old, conservative self. I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck.

“Of course, darling. Just be by my side, and everything will fall into place.” --- Meanwhile, in the Red Moon pack, Azalea and Vick were busy in her bedroom, surrounded by luxurious fabrics and elegant designs. A renowned fashion designer had just left after displaying a collection of stunning gowns for the upcoming ball. Azalea stood in front of a row of dresses, running her fingers over the delicate embroidery and soft silks, her mind buzzing with plans. “This one,” she said, pointing to a deep red gown with intricate gold detailing. “And this one for the second night.” She gestured toward a sleek black dress with a high slit, its simplicity emphasising her graceful form.