Villainess Dress Novels & Stories

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

She looked different, sophisticated, a lady Allan would actually date. She ran her hands down her sides, caressing her first designer dress. It was, Versace, a white, figure hugging dress that sparkled when hit by the light, and she matched it with four inch Nila&Nila silver slippers and clutch bag. She’d straightened her hair for dinner and it fell to the middle of her back, with the ends curled inwards. She didn’t wear any jewelry; the dress shimmered enough. She’d insisted on not having an entire cosmetic store on her face and the makeup artist had done a great job, using earth colors and keeping the look natural.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

“Well, I am a goddess, after all. I want to look the part.” Justina’s eyes got wide. “Really? That will be amazing!” “I got a few to start with.” Victoria, the sales lady came back. Going into the dressing room, she hung up three different styles. My eyes instantly went to the one on the left. “That one, please.” I said. She unzipped me and helped me out of the tight dress. This princess style dress was more what I pictured. It was a thicker strap that went into a deep V. The fabric scrunched down to a belt that had diamonds and opals on it. It landed on my upper waist perfectly and fell to the floor. There was a slip that ran to my upper thigh. High enough that I need to make sure my underw

If I had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to what I felt as I looked at the beautiful silk gown that sat inside the now open box. Ever so slowly, I fingered the material, loving how soft it felt. Just as slowly, I picked it up, holding it against my body as I looked in the mirror. I realised it was an evening gown, the kind I'd seen displayed in opulent boutiques, but somehow ten times prettier. It was a mermaid style gown with a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. The sequins on the skirt gave it an ethereal look, almost as if it were meant for an actual mermaid and not me.

To be the first person to wear the dress and because of her scheme, Viola has arrived and she is in her dressing room with the seamstress who was smiling secretly while pretending to be Viola's ally. Viola was sure that she would win, she had changed her plan on killing Evelyn, she wanted them to be there together while she stole the spotlight and the competition from her, then Evelyn would surely be killed by Venom and she would be number one in America. Her make-up has been done by the finest make-up artist hired by Mrs. Spooner. The dress is a long blue lace mermaid dress, it is strapless and the end of the dress has a high slit. Her hair was neatly treated and it was combed neatly back a

I passed the instruction back to Tarragon who read it with a frown as I untied the bow. There was a dress within, made in the Nerith fashion of at least twenty years prior. Consisting of a simple under-gown with tight sleeves to the wrist tied with a violet ribbon, and an elaborately embroidered overdress that skimmed the natural lines of the body other than the sleeves which draped from the elbows. The gown was truly beautiful and had been lovingly preserved. It was clear that the dress had belonged to Aien’s mother, for none other than the lady of this castle would wear something so fine.

Honestly, I wouldn’t blame it. The dress is stunning, sure—violet with gold details swirling across the bodice and spilling over the hem. It makes me look like a princess. Scratch that, it makes me look like a princess trying too hard. I feel like an imposter standing outside these double doors, about to face the pack of wolves—literally and figuratively—that make up the Vanderwilson aristocracy. With a breath that’s way too loud in my own ears, I push open the doors.

She was embarrassed. "I'm buying you a killer dress that when you put it on, bro Royhan would never know what he will be doing again" I winked while laughing. "Stop it joor" she mumbled, smiling softly at me. I took a white lacy nightdress which was strapless and it would reach the midthigh for her. It has a V-neck structure. I took another black lingerie and a smoky red dress. The clothes were beautiful. "What is this?" she shrieked, covering her eyes.