Allison Argent Costume Novels & Stories

Setting down the flute, I silently follow behind her. Not too long after we come across Zoey and the MD. My eyes openly trails her entire body. She looks so stunning in an intricate black open back floor length dress. The split on the side shows a great deal of leg and her red bottom pumps. "You two, er, three mingle," Allison offers us a wide smile before she disappears into the sea of muttering employees. Zoey folds her glossy lips before she could say anything, I decide to speak up. "I had no part in this,"

Angie was so sure that she was mated to Roger and that their bond would be blessed by the Goddess that she wanted to make a grand entrance, wearing a bright red sequined dress. “Mom, I know most people go for moonlit colors, blues, pearls, whites, silvers... but I am just doing me...” she smiled, and I nodded. “Good for you...” I smiled, and she winked. “You are doing you too, sister...” Angie said, “That olive green was unexpected...” she winked, “And yet, so you... it pops your eyes out, and the shape of the dress, makes you look gorgeous...” she smiled, and her words comforted me.

Ari and I haven't exchanged a single word since the incident, and I'm certainly not going to be the one to break the silence. Ari's outfit caught my eye earlier though. She was dressed as a farmer, complete with a fake axe in hand. Her red hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail, and there was fake blood smeared across her face. She probably wanted me to compliment her before she left, but I simply couldn't bring myself to do it. I just turned away, ignoring her completely. I watch as Athena struts out of her room, looking like a total knockout in her bloody nurse costume.

Meanwhile, in my mind, my hundreds of butterflies were playing a hundred different visions all around the palace and Arginieth. I was ready in a white, high-neck, full-sleeved gown. The gown was made from the same material as the tunics were. Even the golden thread embroidery on the sleeves, hem, and waist was a mix of feminine and masculine designs. Over the chest, the design was the same as that on hussar jackets with parallel golden strips. It covered my whole body from my neck and below. I wore light gold jewellery and white heels. That was my working dress code I had settled on and all other dresses from Arki’s store were of a similar design that gave off alpha-luna vibes.

A sheer long robe draped over it, with feathers trimming the bottom and dramatic sleeves. She had donned a deep emerald corset with fishnets and velvet emerald panties. Harland had also reluctantly agreed to join us, after I had begged him to support our cause. No one would be able to touch them. Not when I was around. They deserved happiness, just like the rest of us. The Goddess chose them for a reason. There was always a reason, even when they didn't want to see the bright side to it. "Dargan will be here in a few minutes to take us down," Teagan pointed out and put her matching earrings in. "Are you ready to face them yet?"

Allissa We dressed for war more calmly than we dressed for parties. By sunset, our chambers had become a staging ground. My gown, silver over deep blue, the colors of both my bloodlines, waited on its form while two attendants fought a losing campaign against my hair. Darren stood at the mirror in his formal black suit, crown set, the moon cufflinks his daughter had selected catching the light, looking every inch the king and muttering about receiving lines like a man being sent to the gallows. Across the hall, a battle of another kind raged: Mira had rejected three gowns, accepted the fourth because it had become available to chew, while Soren submitted to his tiny formal coat with the long

Agatha chuckled and helped her brush her hair. "It's the main color of the Italian Mafia", she informed her and Arieon nodded. She was dressed in a red floor length dress that hugged her body and had a long skit on her left thigh. The neck dipped enough to show much cleavage but she used her hair to cover it. As for Agatha, she was dressed in a beautiful floor length red dress that hugged her curves in the right places and complimented her skin. Arieon admired how elegant she looked in the dress without even much effort.

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

"No, it's the tailor! She made a post about ten minutes ago about being blackmailed into running the hall! Ahhh! Omg. Lily made the feathers herself!" "Look, I found a post she did, and we are promised a video of the process!" "I'm going to use all my family members' phones to vote! I can't afford the costume, but I can afford to vote!" Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel.

I haven’t spotted Bora or the twins since I arrived and I wonder if they’re scheduled to go first, am kind of the 18th person performing and am already getting nervous even though the show hasn’t officially started yet. “Lana!” At the yell of my name I turn to see Bora making her way through the crowd of students back here, the twins are struggling behind her, and as soon as she draws closer I take in what she’s wearing. She has on dark cut-off shorts and fishnets stockings that do great wonders for her long creamy legs, low heeled combat boots cover her small feet and she’s in a snug, cropped sleeveless turtle-neck top. She’s also wearing a large military print jacket over her top and as sh