Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

The raw, heavy power radiating off the young mafia queen was palpable, completely contrasting the bright, sunny morning outside. Amber took in Victoria’s appearance with a quiet gasp. Victoria was wearing a deep wine-colored mesh romper that hugged her curves flawlessly, the sheer fabric revealing the sharp, intricate lines of the tattoo etched directly in the center of her chest. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a tight, ultra-sleek ponytail, completely exposing her sharp jawline and the row of multiple diamond ear piercings glittering along her cartilage. She looked like a runway model who could double as an international assassin. Victoria’s smooth, commanding voice broke the sil

When I arrived, relief hit me. Thank God, no uniform today. I wore my baggy jeans and hoodie, pulled my sleeves over my hands. I wore another pair of glasses since I couldn’t find the last one. And my book, my dark romance book, was missing. I had to find it. I couldn’t let anyone know I liked that kind of book. I knew the looks they’d give me. I’d seen them before. When I saw Montana, she ran toward me. She looked… unreal. Short skirt. High boots. Cropped top. Cap tilted perfectly.

Alpha king said again, looking at all of us. Athena took me towards her room. She apologised once again for her negligence but I shook my head at her. Looking at my torn dress, She grabbed one of her outfits and told me to wear it. I removed his jacket and looked at the dark green (Mongia colour) dress with thin straps. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" She said. "Umm no it's beautiful but don't you think it's little revealing. It will show my skin." I said hesitantly.

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

After five minutes we both came out of our trial room, I am wearing a sleeveless short dress which has a deep cut showing my little cleavage, and its end on my mid-thigh it's fit perfectly on my body as it made especially for me, Maria wearing black color and with the same type as mine but sexier than mine, I am wearing it in cocktail red. Maria clears her throat to catch the boy's attention who wear sitting on the sofa, busy with non-stop chit-chatting about anything and everything, Maria getting annoyed again she changes her expression and tries again.

In strutted Evangeline’s older sister, Princess Angelica Montgomery. As she waltzed into the dining room the crème-colored dress she wore swished around her ankles. Judging from the large golden clasp at her shoulder, which bore the head of Medusa, it was Versace original. Princess Angelica Montgomery was her mother’s pride and joy, and happened to be everything Evangeline herself was not. All three Montgomery women had platinum blonde locks, dark eyes, and slender figures that belonged on the cover of a magazine. Having them in the same room as one another only emphasized their classical beauty.

Lily Montgomery The mansion lights were flawless. The main hall was filled with men dressed in black—discreet, yet dangerous. Mobsters, Matteo’s allies, the elite of our alliance. The soft jazz music played in the background, like a feeble attempt to pretend that tonight was just another fancy party and not a business meeting in disguise. I descended the stairs wearing the black dress I had chosen carefully. It wasn’t just elegance — it was armor. The tight fabric, the side slit, the high heels. Nothing protected me more than the appearance of someone who isn’t afraid, even when everything inside me screamed the opposite.

But we weren’t evil and we wouldn’t just wipe out an entire pack for some land, not unless we had no choice. Mona entered the room with her people. They all smelled a lot better. They might have been former rogues, but they still had that scent of living in the woods and not bathing enough. They had taken use of the showers and were now wearing proper clothes. All Mona had on before was a top and some shorts. But now she was dressed in a dress. It was long, black and hugged all her curves. “I can’t believe they put me in a damn dress. I am an Alpha for crying out loud, how am I supposed to fight in this?” she growled at one of her members.

But, unfortunately, the weather on the mountain was getting chilly. “This looks good,” Rose said as she tied her hair up. “Excellent choice of color.” Smiling, I watch as my mate fixes her clothes. I had asked for a long aqua dress with long sleeves to be brought over. It covers her chest but had an open back. Showing her delicate spine and waist. It had a sexiness to it I loved. I asked for white boots to compliment her dress and a white knitted sweater. Her eyes gleamed with the color of dress she was wearing.

She gives her a good look over, then glances back at me before saying, “that’s sexy as fuck Amory, hoping a special someone shows up tonight” Amory is sexy as fuck in sweatpants, the short-ass fucking dress she’s in right now is just fire! The pale pink pops against her sun-kissed tan and her clear heels give her the whole Cinderella damsel in distress effect! She’s got on the anklet I gave her for Christmas the first year I worked for her, her Lala bracelet, and her half of our diamond earrings set in addition to her rings around her neck! “Not likely”, she retorts as she grabs my hand and says, “come on Jonny”!