Title 9 Dresses Novels & Stories

“She’s attending a high-level Alpha dinner so we need something elegant, powerful, slightly terrifying.” The attendant slowly nodded like she had heard worse. “Of course right this way.” I ended up in the fitting room section while Hansel practically ran around picking dresses like her life depended on it. I tried not to think and that was getting harder lately. Every time I closed my eyes I saw things I didn’t want to see. “Mila!” Hansel’s voice pulled me back from my dream world She shoved a dress into my hands. “Try this.” I looked at it, it was a midnight blue dress, with a long slit and ruffles hands, it as also thick and would hug me like a second skin.

convenient “I'm Isla Sinclair. I spotted your dress from across the hall and just had to come over . You look exquisite, stunning beyond words” Isla beamed with her lips spread into a sweet smile I could almost scoff. If I didn't know better, I'd have fallen for her buttery words The dress Harley got me was over three thousand dollars, one of its kind. Not just anyone could lay hands on them. It wasn't one you could stumble upon. It's eye candy. The dress could make even a rich woman look more rich and powerful

"Pick out a dress for yourself, please." I took in a deep breath, sensing that something had changed with Lionel again. I nodded. "Alright, show me the dresses then." The stylists brought out a small selection of dresses, each one a deep red. They were beautiful. They all felt too beautiful for me. I picked the one in the middle, a dress that was fitted up top with off the shoulder sleeves and a skirt that flowed down to the knees. I took the dress into a small room that they had turned into a fitting room they had set up for us.

Chapter Nine: Red Is the Color of Possession ‎ ‎The dress arrived sealed in a black garment bag. ‎ ‎No note this time. ‎ ‎That alone made my stomach twist. ‎ ‎I unzipped it slowly, my breath catching when the fabric slid into view. ‎ ‎Red. ‎ ‎Not innocent red. Not playful. ‎Deep. Dangerous. The kind of red that whispered instead of screamed. ‎ ‎The dress was sleeveless, cut low enough to suggest scandal without crossing it, hugging my waist before falling in a clean, elegant line that promised movement. The slit climbed my thigh—not high enough to break a rule, but high enough to test intention.

They all looked towards her shocked as they shook their heads at her in response. “Well I am back girls and I have three dresses for you you chose from to be exact.” She said to them with a grin on her face. Nora loomed over the first dress; it was a fitted lace gown in an ivory color which had a slit down the side. As she tried it on she had to admit that It was beautiful but it really wasn't the one for her.

Serine does as she says and lays out two dresses that look familiar, of course, since they belong to me. Sarah lays down one of her own. I stand up to check the three dresses on my Queen sized bed. The first one is a beige, strapless bodycon that I feel is too fancy and I avert my gaze and look at the one in the middle. The one the middle is simple; it's a black solid side drawstring ruched bodycon. "This one," I say not even looking at the third one. I wore dresses almost every single day so it wouldn't be much of a shocker if I appeared dressed in a dress on this date-

“Let’s get this shit over with, then I’ll get back at that bastard.” The dress lay on my bed, arranged with care. I let out a sigh and carefully unfolded it. The dress was a stunning shade of jade green, adorned with intricate floral patterns. Absolutely, Dad, I would be happy to stay looking presentable in public. This was true, despite the way he subtly mocked me.

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.

"Yeah. I just need to get used to this new side of me." "I'll see if there isn't some kind of training for Selene's children. This is a pack made for you after all." We quickly got dressed together. I really loved seeing this professionally dressed Dane. He always looks good, but seeing him in slacks and a button-down made him that much more delicious looking. My teeth caged my lower lip as I admired him for a moment. It took a lot of self control to look away and pick a dress. The closet was lined with what felt like millions of dresses, in various colors and styles. They were all modest in style and very regal looking. I chose a deep burgundy dress with black lace patterns. It was beautifu

“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.”