Stolas Dress Novels & Stories

When I turned, I gasped. Clara stood at the bottom of the staircase, wearing a dress that I recognized instantly—it was one of mine. The dress was a deep, rich blue, made of silk that shimmered with every movement. It was a figure-hugging design with a slit up the side. The dress accentuated Clara’s curves and fit her like a glove.

The fabric looked like running water in her hands, and the baby blue color sparkled under the light. The dress was cut low on the back, and a small piece at the bottom was held together by a thin diamond-plated chain. Melissa smiled and walked back to Lola. She held the dress up in front of her and ordered, “Put this on.” Lola snapped back to the present and looked at the dress. “Now?” she asked as her brows shot up.

Once we grab our outfits for the dance, the twins and I head back to the apartment to get ready. My dress is a beautiful floor length, dainty navy blue lace dress with lace-back detailing and adjustable straps. The dress is a spaghetti strap that has a slit between my breasts that connects to the sheer fabric at the stomach area, showing off my sexy lotus flower tattoo that is on my ribs.

The word was lit up, contrasting the darkness of the night. Melissa suddenly felt intimidated by the fancy frontal decor. She looked at herself, not confident about her dressing. The gown she wore was given to her by Tory, since she didn’t have any fancy clothes she could wear on a date. The dress was a body con gown with a slit sleeve. She wore a black coloured almond Toe stiletto, which complimented her wine coloured gown.

Landon sat on his seat,waiting for the Alpha kings arrival. His eyes landing on Thora,who stood beside him in his chosen dress. A small maid dress ,with it's hem barely covering her ass. The blouse tight,highlighting her thin yet perfect figure. "You are to serve them the drinks and food. No mistakes will be tolerated. Am I clear?" She nods ,not in the mood to fight with him after the punishment last night. The whip marks still fresh on her back.

naglakas loob akong nagsabi habang nagmamadaling kinuha ang isang dress. It was light green, Avalon-styled dress. Set off with beautiful laces on the sleeves, collar, and chest. There is also a rough diamond beads that make it very elegant while staying formal. This is a minimalist formal style dress! The one I have been looking for! Rita chuckled and just nodded. Sinauli niya lahat ng kanyang mga kinuha at tinulogan na akong mag bihis. See!? I told that was such a scary prank.

pretend I was normal. When I was done, Stella handed me a soft towel and led me to the wardrobe. She pulled the doors open, and I froze in shock. Rows of gowns filled the space, each one absolutely stunning and varying in color. Deep reds, midnight blue, purple, pink... everything. "They're beautiful," I whispered, reaching out to touch them. But my smile faded as I noticed the plunging necklines, the bare backs, the high slits that revealed more skin than they covered.

Contrary to the other couples, who were dressed in matching outfits, Collins had on a light blue fit, similar to the rest of the men, while Stacy had on a short, open gown, a little above the knee, with rope hands and in the color pink. “Hey guys,” Collins casually greeted and shook Brian’s hand. “Complementary. I like it,” I threw in, talking about their outfits. Collins passed quietly and took a seat at the other side of the mat, while Stacy quietly followed him the entire time. “Alright, let’s get this day started!” Brain excitedly yelled.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

Stacy breathed, “Zach!” “Ms. Stacy Lazaro, what are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes. Stacy was wearing a lacy-sleeve off-shoulder Lolita dress. It’s bar time, so she always reserved this dress whenever she goes to bar. Stacy picked up a cigarette, puffed it in between her cheeks, and lighted it up. Zach doesn’t smoke, but Stacy liked to show her true colors.