All Might Costumes Novels & Stories

Whatever the northern border message had contained, it seemed to occupy him fully. "Change of plans," the gamma’s assistant, Rhea said as she tossed a garment bag onto the bench beside me. "The festival committee has decided on uniform costumes for the performance. Something about visual cohesion." She rolled her eyes. "Open it." Inside was a dress unlike anything I'd worn since arriving at the palace. The fabric was a deep crimson, light as air and layered in panels that would move with every turn and extension. The bodice was structured but not restrictive, stitched with delicate silver thread that caught the light like scattered stars. It was designed for dancing.

And stick a thermometer in his… Eric forced his attention back to the merchandise. Unable to decide if he’d rather her dress as a cat or a pirate wench or a devil girl or a French maid or a teacher or a naughty schoolgirl or any other fantasy a man could possibly have, he grabbed one of every costume available and all the accessories that matched. “If you think I’m the only one dressing up, you have another thing comin’, Eric Sticks.” “What did you have in mind?” “Get the chaps and the cowboy hat.”

I loved being part of the plan making. We both got dressed in our costumes. Lucas wore a white long sleeve shirt with brown trousers and suspenders, looking just like Jack. I had on the iconic purple and white dress with pink sash around my ribs that she wore the night the ship sank. Since it's cold in New York for Halloween I had on the coat that Jack gave Rose part way through the night. "Are you ready Rose?" He asked, holding his arm out for me to take. "Ready, Jack." I grabbed it, getting into character with him.

It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it. “That ‘peach’ is your future Luna,” he growls. I hear the gasps and then the judgmental looks from the warriors and even the Beta. I realize that while I’m dressed in a bright sparkly dress with diamonds around my neck, everyone here is dressed in utilitarian clothing, all browns, blacks, and dark greys. I stand out like a sore thumb. The only thing that would have made me more of a ‘peach’ is if my dress was the color of the fruit.

"Fine! I won't wear it. I'll do as you say. But if not the red dress, what do we wear?" Exactly my question. What do we wear? I didn't get any decent dress before coming to the Institutes. Neither did any of them. We were in such a hurry that only a few cloaks and capes were packed with a few black and white gowns. And three nightgowns. My wardrobe collection is a mess. "The dress theme is red and white. We can wear either of them." Catty replied. "White? You have white as well? We were just told red!" Melissa sighed in frustration. I don't know if she was lying just to wear the red frock Jonathan had given her. Or was she actually telling the truth? Who knows, she is a tricky girl!

Kate was very proud to tell Ashley. “Oh? Armie, which ones are yours?” Ashley became interested. “Umm.. the one Diana is wearing.. Also Kate’s and Katherine’s. My colleague, Ophelia Rees designed the one Heather and Miriam’s.” “Ah! She’s in the same batch as you, right? What about the others? Did they get ready to wear clothes that they designed as well?” “Yes.. Liam was wearing Nico West’s and Rupert was wearing Kirran Perry’s clothes earlier in the restaurant. But now they’re both wearing Quinn Allen’s.”

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Livia stands in the doorway. Not in her archive uniform — not the grayscale palette, not the carefully tucked blouse. Today she’s wearing a slate-blue top and dark jeans, the kind of clothing that makes her look less like a ghost of the past and more like she stepped out of a life she hasn’t told me about yet. Her hair is braided loosely over one shoulder. A few strands escape and curve along her cheek. She looks… different. And exactly the same. Her eyes find me almost immediately. She hesitates. Then walks toward me. I straighten in my chair without meaning to.

he said with a wink. "I would have preferred, I am hot and sexy, never mind," Sharon replied as she slid into the car. Allora was stunning in the emerald green V-neck dress that had a slit down to her knee. She paired the dress with the black Dazzler with nude makeup and black heels. She looked elegant yet breathtaking, unlike other females, whose faces were covered in thick layers of makeup and bodies in revealing dresses. Allora was enjoying the party with her close friends, on the other side, Mason was in a bad mood.

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no