Yule Ball Dress Novels & Stories

Ziora Richard has lived the last three years of her marriage under the rule of her so-called husband's best friend, Chloe. She called every shot and made every decision in Zoira’s marriage until she made Caison terminate a very important deal that was worth billions. A deal Ziora worked her butt off to secure. And that was it, Zoira filed for divorce wanting to be free once and for all but life throws her a curve ball when she gets half of their company. Now she is stuck with him. Stuck watching their sick relationship. Stuck with a pregnancy she vowed never to let Caison find out about. Stuck with the burning fire for revenge, and when Richard Vanguard comes into the picture she offers him a deal that shakes her very core. Until she finds out about Chloe's blackmail, making her realize that everything is not as it seems. Now Caison wants her back even though he thinks the baby is for Richard but Richard would rather burn than to give her back. Secrets, lies, deception all come with a heavy cost when the prize is Zoira. This isn't a love story, it's a story of survival. A story where choices burn faster than fire. And they are all ready to burn if it means they become Zoira's ashes and Zoira? She is hell bent on making them burn.

I am standing right in front of the ball room, staring at my fiance and chosen mate, Jackson hold a blonde haired lady on the waist. His chuckles are loud, and his smile reaching his ears. I see happiness, but not with me, without someone else. Then I realized, Jackson found his fated mate. What he'd been waiting to find for so many years, and yet I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. Turns out I was wrong. I was the only one holding so strong onto our love. I beg him not to chose her over me, but he threw me aside with a card to pay for everything I had done for him. 5 years of my life gone and wasted, 5 years loving a man so endlessly. Finally I made a decision. To leave permanently. But my fated stepped into my life at my lowest, and offered a helping hand. When I realized he was Jackson's family, I stepped in twice and decided to take this opportunity. Jackson's uncle was ready to lay his feet under my world, but was I ready to love him just a little of how much he loved me? Because.... My heart still longs for Jackson, and something unexpected happens... My ex chosen mate comes begging to take him back.

Julian Silas is a man living as a shadow. After the suspicious death of his father, a legendary royal jeweler, Julian’s treacherous stepfather seized the family’s prestigious workshop, forcing Julian into a life of clandestine labor. While his stepbrothers parade around high society in Julian’s designs, Julian remains locked in the cellar forge, known to the world only as a common servant. His only connection to his true identity is a pair of heirloom cufflinks—exquisite silver swans bearing the "Cigna," a secret mark used by his ancestors to authenticate their greatest works. Across the capital, Queen Althea is fighting a war of her own. Her advisors are pressuring her to enter a loveless political alliance to stabilize the crown. Defiant, she hosts a grand masquerade, declaring that she will choose a consort based on character, not a pedigree curated by the council. When Julian arrives at the ball in a suit of his own tailoring, he and Althea share a night of genuine connection, discussing the beauty of creation and the weight of duty. But as the clock strikes midnight, a palace security breach forces Julian to flee. In his haste to scale the garden wall, one of his Cigna cufflinks is torn from his sleeve and falls into the dewy grass. The Queen finds the token, but rather than sending her guards to find a man who "fits the suit," she turns to her greatest strength: her intellect. She recognizes that the "Cigna" isn't just an ornament—it’s a Coded Sign.

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything, 

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…

After having one nightstand with a strange billionaire Anvika got pregnant and left the country. After Five years, Anvika comes back but there is a very handsome little one following beside her. When people saw such a handsome child they could not help but stop to look at him. He comes back with the mission to find a Man for her mother. Avi looked at the richest man in the city and said, "Uncle if you don't have a girlfriend then I can introduce one to you. My Mommy is very beautiful and Smart. Nityam Raychand looked at the woman in front of him and recognize that she is the same woman with whom he had a nightstand five years ago. He forced the Anvika into the corner and asked, " How dare you run away with my child?" "What are you saying? I didn't know you, Let me go." Anvika said and was about to leave when a little girl tug her dress and said, "Mommy, you don't want me?" Anvika looked at the little girl in shock. Nityam held her waist and said to her ear, "Why don't I will help you to remember that night."

Just because my wolf mom scratched Ava Shaw's favorite dress, Noah Potter called a butcher. He punished her seriously. I found her dying body and screamed at him. "I told you before—I was raised by wolves. What you did to her is no different from killing my mother!" Noah stayed cold. He covered Ava's eyes and stared at me. "You are just a stray kid my stepmom picked up. Stop trying to fool me." My wolf mom was still bleeding as she dragged herself toward me. I crawled to her and held her tight. "I stayed here to repay Noah's family for helping the wolf pack. You chased me for miles because you could not let me go. I never thought I would end up hurting you instead." That night, I held my wolf mom and knelt in front of Aunt Wendy's memorial. "Aunt Wendy, the Potters' Zoo are everywhere now. They do not need my gift anymore. I should leave."

When the news of my death on the battlefield, pinned to the pack's watchtower by silver arrows, reached my pack, my Alpha mate, Killian, simply laughed. He thought I was just jealous he was going to claim the Rogue, that I was faking my own death just to get his attention. "I was just trying to bring Valerie into the pack, and this is how she threatens me? With her own death?" "I left her with my most elite warriors. How could she possibly be dead!" "Tell her to get back here. I will claim Valerie, but after that, the title of Luna is still hers." Seven days later, he appeared before my family's home, carrying the ceremonial Luna circlet. He saw me in my white ceremonial dress, resting quietly beneath the white birch tree in the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it. You were just giving me the silent treatment again." But in the next second, a pack elder's voice thundered: "Prepare the funeral pyre. Let us pay our final respects to our fallen warrior, Sloane!"

They rejected her in front of the entire pack. Her father handed her over by sunrise. The Alpha King already knew she was his. For twenty-one years, Selene Voss has been called slow, weak, broken — the omega no wolf would choose. So when her fated mate rejects her at their bonding ceremony, she should disappear into the corners of her pack and stay there. Instead, she is dragged in a blood-debt red dress to Draeven Keep and married to the brutal Alpha King who has not let anyone touch him since his wife died. Kael Draeven does not say a word as he discards her into servant quarters. He has already recognized her face. Selene is the last surviving heir of the bloodline his own father massacred — hexed at birth to hide her power, planted in the wrong pack, and meant to die quietly. The conspiracy that engineered her ruin has spent forty years on this campaign. They forgot to plan for what would happen if she chose to stay. Mine. Yours. Stay. Build. Vow. Forever. She did not come to be saved. She came to be seen.