Welcome To The Black Parade Dress Novels & Stories

She invited me to her friend’s birthday party tonight at a nightclub. I decided to take revenge on him, so I agreed to go with her and told her I would be there in the evening. She sent me the club location. I glanced at it, then stood up and walked toward my wardrobe to pick something for the night. I wanted to wear black. I always did when I wanted to feel powerful. I chose a short black dress, simple in design, off-shoulder, with a soft tie around the neck. I took a shower and did my usual routine. I moisturized my skin and face. Then I put on the dress in front of the mirror and sat down for a moment, staring at my reflection.

Through the whispering crowd, back and white dress and mask-covered faces, She noticed what had caught his attention. Barely entering the door and deciding to be rebellious as hell walked in a young Alpha pair. The guy must have been around her age, same for the girl, while they stuck to wearing black and white as asked, they did not wear their masks but scowls and snooty looks. The guy with wavy blond locks wore his suit unbuttoned and his shirt half open as if to flash skin purposely. The black-haired beside him must have had as much confidence as Victoria's Secret model because although she wasn't as tall and skinny she was the fit type of curvy and she wasn't hiding that. Her black dress

“No creepy installations from one of your secret admirers, no surprises. Just drinks, music, and dancing. Please, I need you there.” I stared at her and despite every alarm in my head going off, I gave in. “Fine. But I’m not staying late.” Her face lit up like a kid on christmas. “Deal! Now go get ready. I laid something out for you.” I should’ve known. When I stepped into my room, the dress on the bed was practically illegal and would be banned in several countries. Black, short, backless, and tight enough to cut off my circulation. It had a plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination. The kind of dress that screamed look at me in neon and capital letters.

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

I set the glass of wine aside and rush to find a dress for the occasion. ____________________ I arrive at the banquet with just five minutes to spare before the gates close. The Palace of Hearts is a sight to see- all glamorous pillars and huge walkways. In a hurry, I adjust my long black dress, one that leaves my shoulders exposed and features a plunging neckline that I wouldn't typically feel comfortable wearing. However, the dress theme for tonight’s event is black and this was the quickest option I could find. My dark hair flows freely, and my makeup is kept to a minimum.

From the knee down was a frilly black fishtail skirt that spread out way past her ankle. "This one." Belinda pointed at the mannequin. She'd found the revenge dress of her dreams. Going through a back door leading to the store's storage, Mary returned with a replica of the gown on the plastic human being. Belinda took it from her, proceeding to the fitting room while the other two women waited outside. Minutes later, she surfaced from behind the curtain dressed in black. "Whoa!" Lexie burst into a round of applause "Girl, you fine! The Chicago Pack won't know what hit 'em."

“And you want me to come?” He didn’t flinch. “I want the world to see I’m with you again.” Simple. Solid. No stammer. No hesitation. He was sure now. Of me. Of us. It took me a second to smile. “Then let’s give them a show.” — The dress came in a garment bag the size of a curtain. Deep midnight blue velvet, sleeveless, with a plunging back and a slit that said Yes, I’m here—and yes, you should be looking. Reid hadn’t seen it yet. I’d made sure of that.

Held the dress up. It wasn’t a dress. It was barely a whisper. Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy. Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy. Her grin was fucking evil. “This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.” My breath hitched. My thighs squeezed. I was still dripping. “You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero fucking shame.”

The door opened before I even answered. Two stylists walked in carrying garment bags, boxes, and a suitcase full of makeup products like they were preparing a corpse for display. The older one bowed slightly. “Good evening, Ma’am. The Don instructed that you are to be dressed for tonight’s event.” “Event?” I sat up. “What event?” “He didn’t tell you?” “Of course he didn’t.” She unzipped the garment bag, and a black dress shimmered inside. Sleek, sculpted and backless.

“We could just wait-” “You deserve a chance to be recognized, Eva,” he said softly. “Allow me do that for you, please.” There was something so intimate and soft about the way he spoke. All superstition flew out of my head and I found myself nodding. He smiled. “Good, there’s a dress hanging in the closet. Once you’re done, get dressed.” I took a shower first, not wanting to go to the party smelling like sex. When I opened the closet and laid eyes on the dress, my mouth fell open in a shock. It was a beautiful black dress with intricate beading and a low back. It was unlike anything I’d ever worn before: it was bold and mature.