Villainess Dress Novels & Stories

I gasped unknowingly, my mouth hung slightly apart. Vivianne was standing in a black outfit that shimmered with every move she made. "This is one of our best sellers. The Passion Glitter Diana Dress. This stunning gown features shimmering glitter fabric with an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, figure-flattering ruching, and a daring slit. Not too revealing, is it?"

Well, I didn't want to show up in shabby clothing in front of the emperor either, it'd hurt my pride if I did, so I agreed with her. They steadfastly dressed me up with a beautiful off shoulder white dress. The color and the style complement Bella's Goddess-like beauty so well that it reminded me of an angel descending to earth. I couldn't help but admire my face in the mirror. What an irony, right? A villainess with an angelic beauty. By the time May put a pearl necklace around my neck as a finishing touch, we heard a polite knock. One of the maids went to open the door. Outside my room, Osiris stood neatly in his knight uniform, looking dazzlingly handsome as always.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

It seemed her pregnancy had made the petite woman's assets even fuller than before. Thamnithi slipped his hands underneath the beautiful blue mini-dress—the very one he had picked out as a gift for her. "This dress is wonderfully easy to take off," Thamnithi noted, before sliding the entire garment off her in one smooth, effortless motion. "Tham..." Kajarin let out a startled gasp, instinctively bringing her hands up to cover her chest. "Did you plan this all along?" She could see the look in his eyes.

Jill’s POV I left the dining room and went up to my dads old office to grab his cash card. I was not going to spend my money when I could spend his. As we were leaving I spotted the boys in Chad’s car. I wonder where they were going. I felt a pang in my heart, I hope that they were just going for a bit and would be here when we returned. I hated how much I was starting to enjoy having Chad around. We arrived in town and Victoria pulled up outside an upmarket dress shop. It was the kind of place I had never been in to before. Mainly because I could not ever afford anything that they sold, even if it was on clearance. I climbed out of the car and looked in the window. I instantly saw the dress

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

She almost looked guilty. “Alright,” I murmured, ready to get over with this. With a lot of difficulty, I had managed to come to terms with the fact that marrying alpha Isaac or being his bride would entail bonding, and bonding meant mating. When I laid my eyes on the dress, it solidified my thoughts. The dress was made of fine silk, purple in colour, spaghetti straps and a deep neckline that would hardly keep anything to the imagination. I was not surprised when I saw the lack of underwear. With reddened cheeks, I hurried to the ensuite washroom. The silk felt soft against my skin and I was grateful to have finally stepped out of the gaudy dress. When I came out of the washroom, the short g

Tonight, I’m a bitch. Tonight I’m dressed to kill. My dress is the epitome of provocative. It’s a deep crimson, clinging to every curve of my body. The neckline plunges daringly low, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild, while the back dips down to my spine. The hem of the dress falls amply to mid-thigh. Oh, I’m not wearing panties. A wicked smile tugs at my lips at the way I feel. I feel so sexy, daring, and powerful.

That should terrify me more than it does. I leaned slightly, holding my hair up so he could fasten the necklace around my throat…the necklace he’d bought for me. His fingers brushed my bare skin as he clasped it, the cold chain resting against the hollow of my neck. The dress I wore was blood-red silk, liquid fire wrapping my body. It draped low in the front, a daring cowl neck that teased more than it hid. The slit on the side rose scandalously high along my thigh, a whisper of sin in every step. And the back… the back dipped so low it nearly touched the curve of my ass. Cassian had one rule for me tonight.

Subtle blush and a touch of pink lipstick finish off my look. I no longer look like Skyla Silara Rossi, but a dumb trophy woman for Aleric, just name me Mary-Sue in the bloody process, too, why don’t you. I hate how I look, fucking Gherkin Dick’s fault. I stand up and remove my gown, ready to slip into the dress that awaits me. It’s not my fucking wedding, but he’s chosen such a boring dress in an ivory colour. I’m wearing a black strapless bodysuit underneath. That is my choice.