Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

​The heavy oak doors of the library burst open, the sound echoing like a gunshot. ​Julian Montgomery marched in, his presence an explosion of frantic, toxic energy. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that cost five figures, but the fabric couldn't hide the way his frame seemed to have shrunk. The "Prince of New York" was gone, replaced by a man whose ego had been stripped raw and salted.

(Anna Monti) Compare to her father and Brother genes, Anna Monti rather followed her mother genes, she was a beauty too, just like her mother, but instead of Blonde hair, she have a brown hair. And just like any Noble lady, she was wearing a beautiful dress that is currently famous for the Aeternum Nobles, the puffy and elegance Baroque dress. Despite dressing like so, Anna Monti was a Graduate of the Aeternum Royal High School and also the Monti Constructions Company Accountant Executives.

I wonder if there is any civilization beyond those mountains. Connor steers me towards the third row and I take a seat to his right so that I have a clear view of the ceremony. Aztec and Avery are on the left whereas Caliana and Lycidas are on the right. Caliana is dressed in an off shoulder long lace dress whereas Avery is dressed in a scoop necked, half sleeved long dress with a lace bodice. Both of their dresses are peach pink in colour. Both of them look so radiant that their mates can't take their eyes off from them. Aztec and Lycidas are both dressed in white shirt and two-piece suits with their ties matching to that of the colour of their mates' dresses. I don't understand why they to

Lucas gave a soft grunt and slowly buried himself back into the tube. ……….. Ann stirred at the reflected image of herself as she stood in front of the mirror and gave a fake smile. “I am Ann Montgomery,” she cringed as the words slipped through her mouth. “That sounds stupid,” Ann whispered to herself with an eye roll. Montgomery had to be the blandest name ever, sounds more like a name for an old tree than a surname for a rich man. But of course, luck has never been much on her side which was why she somehow ended up having to take the name Montgomery.

The tables themselves are made from ice, white or silver is the common motif and what was worn by most of the pack. I was shining, as beautiful as the Moon Goddess’ face. My friends always tell me that I'm lucky to have everything. If only they knew what happens behind closed doors. If only they bear witness to my day-to-day suffering or the still-fresh wounds etched in my moon-white skin, covered by thick layers of fabric to hide from everyone’s sight. Alpha Marcus made sure of that. A long-sleeve dress that reaches the floor was my armor tonight, my head and my hands are the only ones that aren’t covered in this shimmering dress. A perfect unbroken doll to be displayed, that's what I was t

“No souls stolen yet, but I’ll keep you in mind when I start collecting, yours seems to reek of that perversion after all.” A ripple of quiet chuckles went around the table, small but enough to loosen the air. The door opened to reveal an elderly woman gliding into the hall. Her emerald-green dress hugged her frame, and the silver jewelry around her neck caught every flicker of chandelier light. She carried that rare kind of calm authority that didn’t need raising a voice. Her smile could soothe or slice, depending on which side of her you landed. She was Margaret Montgomery. “Lucian! Sienna!”

The cries were coming back up, and I am trying so hard not to cry anymore. Presently, I am just feeling numb, I did not know how to react or what to do, just numb. I did not even shower, I had no energy, I just pulled off my gown, I had no makeup, just natural them with a lip gloss, that's it. So, I just pulled off my gown and crawled under the duvet. ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I rubbed my face, feeling so angry. What makes Montana think she can bring her up like that in our conversation. She has no right.

As she handed me a pile of clothing, I noticed she was still in her stained white dress. “You didn’t get changed?” “I, what? Oh!” she exclaimed. I handed her a deep blood red gown complete with gold embroidery around a square cust chest. Her cheeks flamed with red. “I couldn’t…” she insisted, looking for something plain. “No, please. We need to look the part. You can ride with boots in it, too. You’re not my servant, are you?” “No,” she answered softly, allowing her fingers to glide over the rich material. “Exactly. So don’t dress like one. Now, what happened with Beta Marcus?”

Minka said, as Victoria got out and dried off. Victoria stared at the dress. It was amazing. It was an exact replica of the white Seven Year Itch dress that Marilyn Monroe had worn...except this one was blood red. She had seen the movie a few years ago on one of her rare free days off. She had gone to a two dollar theater near her family's apartment that played old movies. They were playing all Marilyn movies that weekend, so she stayed and watched three of them. Anything to stay away from her apartment. Her mom and dad weren't exactly a blast to hang around.

The architect of my sham trial was no Princess in my eyes. “I think Rose, you are missing some jewellery, do you not enjoy the luxuries of Alpha life?” Austin said, looking down at her rather basic long sleeved red gown. With her short curly brown hair and boring dress she looked like one of the servants. Who had dressed her for this.