Turkish Evening Dresses Novels & Stories

Emma had chosen the teal blue dress for the evening. It clung to her body like a second skin and had a strap over one shoulder, leaving the other naked. But the thing that made the dress stand out were the decorative bands that had been sewn in a way that showed off her curves. They seemed to outline her breasts, ass, and hips.

__ EVENING* Tamlin could be seen outside his mansion, clad in a tuxedo, his hair slicked back, a golden wristwatch wrapped around his wrist which glimmered as the moon light bounced off it. His eyes flickered to his watch. “Where is she? Does she intend to sleep in there?” He asked, his voice etched with impatience. The sound of shoes clicking against the floor caught his attention. His eyes moved to the dazzling beauty which descended from the stairs. She was wearing a black evening dress which clung to her figure, accenting her intricate curves. Tamlin had to admit. She was curvy, but not as curvy as Tessa. Fuck.

But they didn't mention it when they told us to get dressed and prepare for an intense night. My long black dress was demure. Maybe not so much because of the slotted opening in my left thigh or the suspender in my thigh with a snake pendant spiraling down. Osman wore a very chic and thin suit, as well as a gold watch and a black beret of those who had a lot of money to spend and a lot of style to supply. We were not at all with the kind of clothing we would like, and it was very clear our job would be to infiltrate among the rich of Istanbul. But what caused me a great strangeness was when the police returned with a pair of masks, black for Osman and gold for me. Although we knew it would b

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.

He looked like he was about to say something, but at last with a derisive smile he left, and she moved off the bed reluctantly to get ready. The evening dress she had brought with her was new. It was a recent purchase which Damon had talked her into buying during one of their joint shopping expeditions. She had never worn it before, and now, staring at herself with dismay, she wished vainly she had brought one of the other two she owned. She often had to wear attractive evening dresses because her job entailed a good deal of entertaining, and in the past she had always bought pretty, but demure, gowns. She had been doubtful about this one when Damon persuaded her to buy it, but it looked eve

If push comes to shove, they can all wear distinctive dresses as long as they are close—anything to keep the peace. Tenley emerges from the dressing room a few minutes later, looking beautiful as always. The vibrant turquoise dress she adorns is captivating for sure. As she twirls, the fabric dances in sync with her movements, creating a mesmerizing sight. Emphasizing her slender frame, the off-the-shoulder design showcases a daring slit on the right side, revealing a glimpse of her toned leg from mid-thigh to ankle. The dress is a perfect match for her. “That dress looks absolutely stunning on you, Tenley. I love the color and everything,” I said, smiling. “I don’t think you’ll need to worr

'You'll love it! Minutes later, Sarah walked in with a dress bag, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I moved closer to them as Sarah carefully extracted the dress from the bag, revealing a stunning evening gown in a dark purple hue that was almost black but had a subtle purple undertone. The mermaid silhouette flared slightly at the hem, and the sweetheart neckline was decorated with detailed lace embroidery. I reached out to touch the fabric, and my fingers traced the smooth, lustrous texture of what felt like luxurious silk or satin.

I nodded as she pecked my lips and left the room. I sighed and decided to complete the pending work before hitting the showers. After forty-five minutes, I finished answering emails and the spillovers for the holidays and walked into the bathroom to wash the sweat and dirt off me. Once I was done, I moved to the closet to pick out the outfit for tonight which consisted of a tailor-sewn red Ankara shirt and black trousers. Mrs. Dare had brought the Ankara fabric from Nigeria and I thought it’d be nice for Precious and me to match it for the Christmas Eve party.

She’s not convinced. There’s nothing really particular things to do that comes to her during her free hours, since she’s so used to working. She still had eight hours before Primo fetch her up, so she decided to sleep for the meantime. Georgia stared at the evening gown she received yesterday. It’s a fitted silk black, off-shoulder, and slit dress with a gold sparkle from the hemline to her leg. It was pleasing in her eyes that she almost couldn’t believe that Primo had such a taste. She didn’t waste a second and then put it on, as Primo would arrive anytime today.

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.