Title 9 Dresses Novels & Stories

“Blake spoils you both too much. That man spends money too easily.” “He loves us, Athena.” June smiled softly. “And he wants us to look our best tomorrow.” “The bags are for the dresses you want to wear tomorrow?” I asked. “Yes.” “He sent us the shop’s number and told us to pick at least ten dresses.” “At least ten?” I blurted. Then I wasn’t really surprised. Blake always bought extra. “It’s just one ceremony. Why do you need ten dresses?” “Chill, Sissy.” June laughed. “We ended up picking nine.”

There are 10 mannequins wearing 10 beautiful dresses. "These 10 dresses are my unique and limited collections. This is not yet out in the market. I only made one dress per style so only one person can wear and own it. Your boyfriend bought all of them. He said you're unique and the only one for him so he wanted a dress that you can only wear."

My heart skips a beat as I carefully tear away the wrapping, revealing the dress inside. My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I look at the dress. It’s stunning. The dress is a deep, vibrant shade of red that shimmers under the light. The fabric feels soft and luxurious to the touch, flowing effortlessly in my hands. It’s an off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice that flares out gently, not too dramatic but elegant. The intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and hem is what catches my eye next. Delicate vines and floral patterns are woven into the fabric, giving the dress a regal, almost ethereal feel.

A few minutes later, Emma reappeared with three dresses for me to choose from. She laid out the three dresses on the bed, each vying for my attention like pieces of art on display. The room was a canvas of possibilities, and I found myself standing before a palette of choices. The first dress, a sleek black gown, beckoned with a sophisticated allure. Its fabric seemed to whisper promises of mystery, boasting a daring low back that hinted at untold secrets. As I traced its silhouette with my fingers, I couldn't deny the subtle power it exuded.

***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on.

The girl engaged to the almighty Santos. "Miss Moretti," she said, her voice warm. "How can I help you?" "I need a dress," I said. "For a dinner tonight." "This way!" She smiled gleefully and led me deeper into the store. The dress found me before I found it. It was hanging on a display near the back, deep red like blood, with a fitted bodice and a skirt that flowed like water. Simple. Elegant. Powerful. I touched the fabric, and it was soft under my fingers.

The whole trial room goes silent . I silently change into the eyecatching burgundy dress . It had fine good quality sequins that weren't irritating to the touch or to the eye . It had a sweetheart neckline attached to thin straps and the back was so low , it was practically backless , held by crossed extended straps . It's gorgeous . I look in the mirror . " That . Is . Perfect . " Her eyes pop out of her sockets . " ALEXIS YOU BETTER WEAR THAT TONIGHT OR ELSE I'LL KIDNAP YOU AND FORCE YOU TO WEAR IT . " She shouts in excitement .

"How did he know my exact measurements for everything? It’s like this dress was made just for me." Brandon smiled, a touch of pride in his voice. "Ethan pays attention to details, that’s for sure." Britney’s dress was a deep blue velvet that fit her like a second skin, highlighting every curve. The strapless design and sweetheart neckline framed her shoulders and collarbones perfectly. The bodice had a subtle ruching that added texture without overwhelming the sleek silhouette.

"Thank you, Anthony." "I will attempt to keep him from mass killing the building for another twenty minutes. Ensure you arrive before the clock runs out." The line goes dead at his final order. I drop the phone into my pocket and rush towards my room. If I'm ignoring the media and my reputation, I've one dress that will make me at least look good. I search through my wardrobe till I find my Vibekara French Retro dress. It's a polka dot textured formal dress with a puff sleeve. Its chest is the highlight and the slit makes it a bit racy which I hope comes to good work. I pick up my assigned submissive necklace and a shoe to match. BANKS POV

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare