fashion designing competitions

My mooto of writing this book is to lay the path of Fashion in a mannner that the world accepts it easily without any hesitation. The book is a piece of "Diamond" for the world of "Fashion in Real World" and for the "Masters oF Fashion Icons".

Fashion stories of different cultures and traditions and how they manage to do each and every aspect in most fashionable manner so that the view of the world get change and lay the path of fashion as a source of life.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the cover photo. Credits to the owner Jillian Rose Williams had it all. She was born in a good family with wealth and fame. She had a fiancee that loved her dearly. She was a princess. Until one day everything changed. The stepsister that she dearly love like a real sister betrayed her. “Dear sister. All you have will be mine.” her stepsister Julia said. Not only her wealth and fame but also the man she loved the most was stolen from her the day she died. But fate wasn’t unfair to her. She had survived her death. And after 8 years she had returned. “Now I’m back I will take everything that’s rightfully mine. I will have my revenge.” Jill has come back as Queenie Versales. The Queen of the fashion world.

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

Self love for beautiful imagination.

New Name.New Life .New Dreams Watch Song Xia rise to the peak from the nerdy,morally obligated but smart doctor to internationally famous supermodel. The girl who had to give up on her dreams of becoming a fashion designer in her last life to becoming a world renowned fashion designer and business mogul. Well all it took was reincarnation:check Gorgeous face and figure:check Ancient magical space:check.... Did I mention she started as an abandoned orphan,broke and with evil foster mum and sister ...umm NO? A/N: Please not this is an original novel and not a translation.

In a world where fashion isn’t just style—but power—clothing can make you a god… or a ghost. Seventeen-year-old Sloane Reza is a threadless orphan scraping by as a backroom tailor in the lower districts of the Empire. But when a dangerous fashion relic bonds to her skin, she unlocks a forbidden ability: the power to stitch memory, emotion, and identity into fabric—an art lost to time and feared by the ruling elite. Now targeted by the Empress and courted by powerful Houses, Sloane finds herself thrust into the deadly world of haute-couture warfare, where runways are battlegrounds and garments are weapons. With the help of a rogue prince who sees beneath her seams, and a rebel designer haunted by his past, Sloane must master her new powers before the Empire threads her into silence. But fashion has a price. And in a society where your outfit determines your fate, one wrong stitch can mean death. Power. Love. Rebellion. Welcome to the FASHION EMPIRE.

For our wedding anniversary, my husband used my black card to buy me a limited-edition watch. I'd come home to grab some files, only to be met with the sickeningly sweet sound of my apprentice, Giselle Monroe, whispering with my husband. "Andre, your wife is nothing but a walking wallet. What does she know about being wild? She could never ignite you like I can." Andre sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, "Brooke is too perfect—perfect to the point of being suffocating. Not like you. You’re like a wild vine wrapped around me, making me feel the searing heat of life." Just then, his mother, Sylvia Cavanaugh, called. He put her on speaker. "Andre, you need to act fast. While Brooke still loves you, take control of all the secrets and assets she holds over the higher-ups and make them your own. That girl, Giselle, looks promising—she's much better than that icy queen you have for a wife." I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the shameless pair in the study and the venomous woman on the phone. The family crest he’d tattooed on his back—for me—felt like it was burning a hole right through my skin. I immediately sent an encrypted message to our banker in Switzerland, my mind already fixed on my next move. See you at the family meeting, you ungrateful traitors.

At the anniversary dinner I personally orchestrated, my husband, Trey Valeriano—heir to the Valeriano family—publicly declared that another woman, Brielle Santoro, would be the family's next Donna. I was a bride in an arranged marriage, a piece of property branded "Mrs. Valeriano." He never allowed me to appear at any social events we were supposed to attend together. I had designed eighteen family projects for him, yet he wouldn't even let me stand by his side as his wife at our own anniversary dinner. For the nineteenth project, he finally relented. I was ecstatic, slipping into a silk gown he had never seen before, one that hugged every curve, only to arrive and see another woman—Brielle Santoro—already on his arm. They were wrapped around each other, and the family video montage I had poured my heart into creating had been replaced with a slideshow of their steamy vacation photos from Miami. Trey held Brielle, his gaze meeting mine with those cold, blue eyes I had once adored, as he announced Brielle would be the future Donna because I had never been "truly one of them." Everyone was waiting for me to break down, to scream, but I didn't. In fact, I felt the knot that had been tightening in my chest for three years finally come undone. Because in three days, our three-year marriage contract would expire. And I would be free.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"