Villainess Dress Novels & Stories

God, I despise that bitch. Today, she's dressed in a slutty dress. Well, it's not that slutty though but it's pretty expensive and sexy. My dress is expensive, Killian made sure of that. At least I'm not dressed as a slut. Celine is dressed in a long, beige colored spaghetti strap dress, with a deep V-neck showing her porcelain cleavage. The dress has a long slit in her left thigh, right up to her upper thigh. The top of the dress is decorated with rhinestones and her red hair is in waves, crowning her oval shaped face. She's hot, I must give her that.

“Like I’m about to now.” His words sent chills down her spine. How could she forget? She was his assistant, She wanted to argue, but the memory of Isabel’s fate silenced her. This wasn’t like the Duke; this was far more dangerous, so she had to play along. He strolled through the racks of clothing; his shoes clicked softly as his fingers brushed lightly over the fabric. He stopped abruptly and pulled out a sleek black gown. The dress was scandalous—elegant but provoking. A long slit ran up the side, the back completely exposed, and the neckline plunged deep enough to leave little to the imagination.

This will surely secure our status in the werewolf elite group. And that dress- my goddess! I want that dress. She had a long strapless black gown with a high slit on the front side of her left leg. The top was a like a corset, and it was a bit cut lower in the middle, showing off her cleavage. The corset accentuated her curves.

Three dots appeared. Then... Valeria: You’re not dressing like a schoolgirl to your own birthday party. Isabella exhaled slowly. Isabella: Then what do I wear? There was a pause. Then Valeria's message came through. Valeria: Check the black dress. The one with the deep neckline. Isabella hesitated. Slowly, she reached for it. The dress was… daring. Short. Very short. And the cut at the chest was deep enough to make her cheeks burn just looking at it.

Willa said, appearing at my side with the silent grace of a ghost. She was breathtaking. She had flatly refused the traditional silk gowns offered by the "Legacy" designers who were suddenly desperate to dress the woman they had once called a vandal. Instead, she wore a structured, architectural suit of deep emerald velvet, the sleeves rolled back to reveal the faint, stubborn traces of cobalt paint on her wrists. She looked like a queen who had just come from the front lines of a revolution, her hair a wild, dark halo against the minimalist white of the gallery walls.

“More leg.” “She’s not a nun.” I rolled my eyes so hard I probably saw another dimension. “Tell him I’m not his Barbie doll.” She just smiled. “He is a good man. Wish I had a man as romantic as this.” My stomach flipped. A good man? Was he? I brushed the thought off and continued my endless search. Then finally, I saw it. A dress that screamed Valentino will lose his mind. Midnight blue, armless, and a slit that reached halfway up my thighs.

“Do you know what you are wearing?” I glanced down at my dress and said, “A dress?” He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Not just any dress.” He spun me around before continuing, “the dress is called The black Widow, designed by Marcello De Luca in 1965. The famous actress Vivienne Rosehart wore it in 1965, the night she walked into a gala full of men who wanted to ruin her… but instead she left with every single one of them begging at her feet.”

“What style do you want for the event? I have a list of dresses that would look breathtaking on you.” “Can I see them?” She asked, still in awe of the woman before her. She had watched and admired her from afar. Cassian made it possible for her to sit in the same room as her. “Sure. VIP treatments for our VIP clients. Mr. Vale paid in full, all expenses duly covered. So expect the best from us.” She turned on the laptop she brought with her. She started pointing out the dresses one after another as pictures appeared on the screen. “This is the Lilano Dress, the one the first lady of Morvane wore to the Allure Gala last year. We made the dress, and we can do something similar if you’re willin

It was a typical maid dress, aside from the fact that it had a huge pink bow on the chest area and another equally big bow on the head wear. The dress was a good fit though it was a bit bigger than her actual size, if she gained a few more pounds it would be more than perfect. It seemed Bora, did put a lot of work and thinking into this outfit, to be able to arrange such a good piece in little time, she was talented. {Host looks nice in this costume.}

Seeing my reflection in the mirror, the fascinating jewel completed my appearance and made me more breathtaking than I ever had before. Its ornate opal shined gloriously together with its magnificent beads and outlines, matching the elegance of the dress. “Wow!” I whispered as I looked at myself in a daze. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Victoria! This lady-- she could get anyone that she wants using this face. Sadly, she hasn't thought about using her brains instead of using her heart for craving desperate love. Now that I’m in this body, I’ll make sure no one will be able to take their eyes off me this evening.