Villainess Dress Novels & Stories

Isis complained. “I will help you find something.” Alex responded and Isis leaned back into her seat. She knew she wouldn’t get anything out of Alex. “You’re being ridiculous, the dress looks amazing.” Alex beamed at Isis who stood in front of her mirror, her horrified reflection staring back at her. “I look nothing like me.” Isis commented. She hated the sensuality of her body as the material of the dress hugged her, she wanted to cover up all the parts of her skin that were bare. The dress was an off shoulder, lilac coloured, form fitting masterpiece. It clung six inches above her knee.

{Cassie POV} I took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I had on was a fitted wine-red bodycon gown that hugged my curves perfectly, with a soft shimmer that glowed under the light. It had a deep neckline and thin straps that made it both elegant and alluring without being too revealing. I smiled softly, curling a strand of my hair and letting it fall loosely over my shoulder.

Twice. Sharp and punctual, like’d expect in a Ceo of the most powerful family. I stared at the paper again. “Don’t bother worrying about what to wear. It’s been laid out for you.” That was the last straw. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash. “Of course, you would select the clothes I would wear, ” I muttered under my breath, suddenly losing the appetite to eat. Back upstairs, I found the dress displayed neatly across the bed. It was stunning, deep red silk with a modest neckline, long sleeves, and a slit that opened at the edge of the neck area, exposing a little skin l without fully committing. It screamed power, elegance... and Xavier.

When she finally stepped back, she studied me for a moment before nodding in satisfaction. The dress was the real killer. It was black, fitted tightly around my waist and hips before falling into a long, sleek skirt that brushed the floor when I moved. The neckline was modest enough for a royal festival, but the cut hugged my body in a way that made modesty feel like a technicality. The famous Vaelryth silver embroidery traced one side of the bodice and continued down the skirt in the shape of dragon scales. Moon Goddess. I looked good. They were crazy, but their style was beautiful.

That’s the life I want. *********************** Night came, and I was dressed up for tonight. Of course, Dmitri might want me to be a soft, girlish girl who can depend on him to take care of me. I don’t mind it, but I am still the bitchy Valeria that I was, and I won’t let anyone take advantage of that. So, here I am dressed in a black dress. I am wearing a short gown. The gown is armless, wrapping around my neck. Then the back is a bit open. My breast was covered, but a bit was puffed out at the side. And the gown is short, hugging my curves in the right places.

" He replied as he entered the study room, Axel's study room. He saw the dress that she had on, it was a new dress and it was from the Esosa line, it's an expensive dress and it's one design. She made only five of the dresses and it's scattered around the world. It's a lilac mini dress with beaded features, it's a see through from the thighs to the knees, with a soft white net. The chest area is opened but not fully and her b**bs are protected but the cleavage is shown. Sometimes they bid on it. He had a shock and a smile on his face. "Must be his idea" Wesley said as he went on to sit. "Huh?" She asked confused "I presume you already met him." Wesley asked as he wasn't at home the night bef

In the werewolf community, such labels could stick and damage one's reputation. In the end, she casually picked a dress from the shelf. “I’ll take this one.” Though this dress was sitting on the shelf among many others, it was still quite expensive, second only to the limited - edition dresses on display. Victoria, certain that Isabella wouldn’t recognize its value and knowing her sister’s frugal nature, had planned to act out their deep sisterly bond. But when she saw the price tag on the dress, her face instantly fell. Her werewolf instincts told her she was about to lose this game.

Without hesitation, I raced to my room, my mind a whirlwind of chaos and vengeance. I threw open the doors to my wardrobe, my hands trembled as I shifted through the garments, searching for something, anything, to help me reclaim my power. And then I pulled out the most promiscuous dress I had. It was a sheer, maroon lace concoction, barely covering anything at all. The neckline plunged dangerously low, leaving little to the imagination, while the hem barely grazed mid-thigh. It was a dress meant to turn heads, to command attention, and tonight, it would be my weapon of choice.

Every billionairess. Every board member. Every fake friend and backstabber in a dress with a champagne glass. I had no plans of going. Until this. Until that recording. Until they made me look like the villain in my own damn life. I marched to the closet. Snatched the darkest, sexiest, most dramatic gown I could find. Velvet black with a slit that screamed “Try me.” I threw it on. Red lipstick. Diamond cuffs. Louboutins that could kill a man if I stepped hard enough.

As I searched for a robe in the closet, I was stunned to find a bag of embroidered black lingerie hidden behind a mountain of nightdresses. I remembered buying it from a lingerie store with Jessica a few years ago after our high school graduation. Back then, I was still that naive girl who believed Nathan was interested in me. Jess had suggested that I wear this sexy lingerie to seduce him, saying that no man could resist me in it. But I never had the chance because not long after, Annika appeared, and Nathan hopelessly fell in love with that girl. I looked at the lingerie. It must have been packed away in my bags when I moved here. For once, I was curious about how I might look in it.