Dressmaker storie

Belle is quiet and closed up Liam is confident and open

Anyone would say that Opal is fit to be a princess. She had all the qualities of one and loved to act like one. So when she runs into Princess Jael rumors fly around that it was fate. The two girls grow up together. Opal visits the palace often and in return agrees to sew a dress for anyone in the palace who asked for one. While it was fate for Opal to run into Jael, it was accident and possibly a mistake when she runs into Prince Collin at a ball in the Palace. He swoons her almost immediately but is it good or bad?

Alicia Cross is an apprentice at Rosaria's Dressmaker. These are her adventure here at the dress shop along with her best friend Theresa where they encounter troubles of customer and where they will try to create the perfect dress for them until there Mistress is back from her trip.

Poppy is only fourteen when she is transported to Australia for stealing a scrap of fabric. Already homeless and alone, she searches hard to find a place where she can truly belong.

Its abouy a girl who lives with her step mpther and sister.

a story that makes your imagination real

SNOW'S MAGIC WINNER from @FairytaleCommunity Not blessed with their own children, a dressmaker and her husband, a cobbler, find a way to share their love with children all around them. This story is a re-imagining of the fairy tale The Elves and the Shoemaker with a Christmas holiday twist. A note for context: although I do not approve of using animal fur in clothing, this story is set in the past when natural fibres were all that were available.

Fifteen years ago on her first birthday, Princess Ashlyn of the Virgin Isles went missing. Every year, the royal family has a ball in her honor hoping to find her. Her twin sister, Princess Amelia, sees a girl at the ball. She has brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles on her nose, which are all the physical traits Amelia and Ashlyn share. The girl looks very poor because her dress was very old looking and drab. Fifteen years ago on her first birthday, Bailey was found on the doorstep of the kingdom's dressmaker. For those years, she worked as a slave to the dressmaker and her daughters. She befriends a stableboy from the neighboring kingdom. When she goes out to the ball, she realizes how much she looks like Princess Amelia as the princess walks closer and closer... Could this be the lost Princess Ashlyn that the kingdom had been searching for after fifteen years?

Yachi is starting up her career as a dressmaker, living with Kiyoko in Tokyo. However, her dresses have a twist. They're all for men. She finds an unlikely group of friends to be her first models. 'He looked back at the advert. A modelling job for guys around his age, but for dresses? Was that even a thing? How would he look in a dress? "Kags?" "Hmph." A noise came from the bundle of blankets and pillows on the bed. "How would I look in a dress?" "Like a dumbass." ' ─── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ─── Inspired by Boy In A Dress by David Walliams [on going- I try to update every day or every other day]

"Ugh, mmm J-Jesus, do you like... y-ya kn-now, wanna go to the fair with me?" Stutters an extremely embarrassed Frank. Smiling down at the short man Gerard happily responds with "Of course I do." _________ A crappy story in which Frank is a dress maker and Gerard is a lonely artist. ~update whenever I feel like~ ~Contains some Petekey~

"You marked me." She seethed, her breath hitting his skin. So many emotions swirled in her mind. Lust from his proximity, fear from it, but mostly? Mostly rage and fury pulsed through her veins. "And you literally stabbed me in the back my dear." His eyes sparkled of amusement at her as he growled. "So, I guess that makes us even." 200 years ago, werewolves, vampires, orcs, fairies, elves, and witches were exposed to humans. Now they all coexist, well as much as they can with this many beings on a planet with various forms of race-based governments. Creatures of the night answer to their respective monarchs. Humans use a democratic system. Elves and Fairies maintain their respective courts and councils. While witches, well witches live within their covens. At least most do. This is where we find Lucille Rose, a witch who just wasn't powerful enough for her coven. Not that it has bothered her, she built a fashion empire. High profile creatures come from all over to commission her designs. But what happens to the famous dressmaker finds herself the mate of a werewolf, a species known for their possessive nature. And not just any werewolf, but the King of all Werewolves, Alexander Kane.

{Lukanette} {Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction} A short story showing the way a musician and a seamstress can meet, fall in love, overcome misunderstandings and more. A simple story, yet filled with emotions. (cover is still a work in progress-will change it as soon as its finished)

My Dearest father, I am in an uproar! On my way to the lovely dressmaker, some bandits had the nerve to steal my belongings, and even kill my poor guards. I cannot tell you exactly who were killed. You know I am not one to remember names well. My tent is absolutely empty, and the ones who hold me captive, by name of Melchior and Alexander are terribly rude. Although the former is somewhat charming. The latter is a complete savage! He took me on a horse without a saddle! They want ransom, father. Please give it to them. Your daughter, Ignacia

Luna Bellis a dressmaker's daughter has always been expected to carry on the tradition of dress making. But during the Choosing, they find a few drops of fairy blood running through her veins. So, she is enrolled in fairy academy, a mysterious place that's supposed to teach them everything about Mother Nature and her ways so that they may aid her in the workings of the natural world. But then, disease strikes and it's up to Luna to find the cure. If she fails, the Earth will wither and decay...

"I need a dress. Three dresses, actually." "Very well. What materials would you like the dresses to be made from?" I pulled a pad of paper and pencil from my pocket. "Yes. I would like the first made from sunshine-" My pencil froze over the paper, but the man either didn't see my expression or didn't care. I strongly suspected it was the latter. "The second made from moonlight-" Please let the third dress be easier. Cotton, perhaps. Or even chiffon. "And the third from stardust." Damn it. ____________________ The Queen Of The Gods wants three new dresses. So she does the perfectly logical thing and send her husband down to Earth to commission a mortal seamstress for the job. He decides on the extremely talented seamstress Rachelle Newsberry. Lucky me. Temporarily on Hiatus

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