Turkish Evening Dresses Novels & Stories

Ethan Carter, a socially awkward and bookish young man, moves into a run-down apartment in the city, hoping for a quiet and uneventful life. But his world is turned upside down when he meets his neighbor—Sienna, a mesmerizing, confident woman with an intoxicating aura. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he's smitten. She’s everything he isn’t—bold, beautiful, and effortlessly seductive. As Ethan struggles with his feelings, he begins noticing strange things: the way men come and go from Sienna’s apartment, the way she dresses provocatively at odd hours, and the soft, intimate sounds that seep through the thin walls at night. But he convinces himself that it’s all in his head. One night, however, the illusion shatters. When Sienna forgets to fully close her door, Ethan sees the truth with his own eyes—she’s with a client. The shock leaves him reeling. But instead of disgust, his fascination deepens. Why does she do this? Is there something more beneath her exterior? And most importantly—can love exist between two people from such different worlds? Ethan’s desire soon turns into obsession, and as he delves deeper into Sienna’s life, secrets unravel that neither of them are prepared to face.

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."

Gabriella Halim woke up in a luxurious room she didn’t recognize. When she looked in the mirror, she nearly fainted. Her face was still beautiful, but… more mature. She was no longer the twenty-year-old girl she remembered—she had become a thirty-year-old woman. Even more shocking, she had been married to Adryan Lewis for five years, a young, ambitious, and notoriously cold politician. Gabby immediately realized one thing: her husband hated her. Cold glares, cutting words, and an impenetrable distance left her bewildered. What had happened in the past ten years? Rather than crying or pleading for love, Gabby chose a different path: enjoying the luxury she now had. A grand house, wardrobes full of designer dresses, and an unlimited bank account. Why bother chasing love when life could be this comfortable? But the world of politics was never simple. Public scrutiny, rival political intrigues, and scandalous gossip forced Gabby to take on a role far greater than that of a mere “trophy wife.” And as Adryan began to notice the dramatic changes in Gabby, the question remained: would his hatred persist, or could it transform into something he never expected?

I had been wearing Vera out with my constant demands in bed. She finally broke down and ran back to her parents’ house. With our wedding approaching, she warned me, “If you keep being this rough, the wedding’s off.” I had no choice but to call my future mother-in-law, Victoria, and ask her to talk to Vera for me. That evening, Victoria showed up at my place in a sexy dress. Her chest was so full that it looked like it was about to burst out of her dress. “Since Vera can’t satisfy you, I’ll take care of you instead.”

❝Even angels have their demons.❞ An assistant in a billionaire company by day, waitress to a diner by evening and a masked pole dancer by night. Angelina Hemsworth is her name. A maiden with numerous personalities and a heartbreaker. Sylvester sellone, youngest billionaire in Voschester. He's your typical CEO with women falling at his feet. In one unfortunate incident he discovers his dearest assistant isn't so innocent. One thing led to another and suddenly, Dirty Angelina was her boss's exclusive dancer. But things didn't quite end there. Bad girl, bad girl, what are you gonna do when the billionaire wants you?

Princess Elara's life is turned upside down when King Aldric, her father, throws Queen Isolde, her mother, from the castle for not giving him a son. Now without title or honour, Elara looks for a one-night escape. The one evening suddenly makes every change. Drunken, she spends the night with a stranger in a private club, only to learn later, that he's Caelan the king of Elarion and her mother's new husband. Caught in a trap of love and secrets, Elara tries to hide her mistake until she finds out about being pregnant with Caelan’s child and the truth about the father reveals itself in a cruel twist of fate.

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives a letter… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? 

Melody Amelia Campbell is a seventeen years old girl who lives with her foster parents. She has a hard life and survives her bullies everyday. One evening while she was working at the local cafe, she met the multi billionaire Tristan Salvatore. Their life was a fairytale until one day a huge misunderstanding happened which led them to break apart. Years later, Melody had to come back to the city which broke her but not only her this time, she came back with a child. What will happen when Tristan finds out about them? Will he get them back or are the walls Melody built is too strong to break

Genovia lost her parents in a plane crash she was only 17. As the sole heir to Core Productions and its affiliates, she will receive everything if she fulfills the three conditions her father left in his will. First, she needs to marry Jose Luis Betances before turning twenty-five. Their fathers made a pact, and there is no way out of it. Second, she needs to bear his child within two years of being married, and the third condition will only be revealed if the first two are fulfilled. There is only one problem – she is not his type. Gia dresses horribly and wears big eyeglasses. In short, she's a total nerd. JL avoided her like the plague until his father was investigated for tax evasion. All their assets were frozen, and his father is about to go to prison. Gia took that opportunity to offer JL a deal. After all, Mr. Alfonso Betances was her guardian until she was 21 and very much like a father to her, but nothing is free in this world, and she needs to follow the last will. By hook or by crook, JL is her key to ensuring she doesn't lose everything her parents worked hard for. All she has to do is not fall in love with him and stick to the plan. How hard could it be?

The first thing the fake heiress did when she saw me was imitate me. I loved fishtail dresses. Hence, she immediately bought all the fishtail dresses in the city. I loved roses. Thus, she made the entire rose garden hers. I thought she was only jealous that my family had brought me home. Unexpectedly, my elder brother mistook her for me when he saw her from the back when she was wearing a fishtail dress. He gave me forty-nine lashes as punishment that night. She was carrying roses in her arms when my father saw her cheek and mistook her for me. Then, my father immediately drove me out of the house. Before I could investigate the matter, I died of acute renal failure. After my death, I saw her marry my fiance with my family’s blessing. She made a remark on the night of her wedding. “System, I’ve got to thank you for letting me change people’s memories. As long as others mistake me for her, I can casually change their memories.” Enlightenment gripped me, but it was too late. It did not occur to me that I would return to the moment when she had just purchased the fishtail dresses.