Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

I quickly reached my closet and brought my battleground uniform out. “My pride,” I smiled weakly even when I knew I wouldn’t get to set a foot in the battleground. I wore the khaki pants and white shirt, braided my hair, and left for downstairs. The instant I came before the eyes of everyone, they halted and shared a glance. Aramis’ eyes showed mixed emotions; contentment and sadness at the same time. “What is she doing wearing this uniform? Did she forget she is not the same strong she-wolf anymore?” Joce was at it again. She had turned even vile after the demise of Victor. Morgana was standing behind her wearing a black dress by choice.

As soon as I told her that I was NOT with law enforcement while I closed the door, Mona removed her very short tan summer dress revealing the gorgeous body beneath the dress. “Oooooh, Gawd...Look at you,” I gasped while my eyes raced up and down her mostly exposed body. Mona was wearing a black garter belt holding up her transparent black nylon stockings. Her brassiere was a half- cup style that pressed her huge 38DD jugs together but left them completely exposed. Mona was not wearing any panties and my dick jumped inside my loose Dockers slacks while I gawked at her smooth bare gash.

“Exactly.” Hector couldn’t imagine his, Caitlin’s, and – well, everyone’s embarrassment if Cassandra had dressed in her normal, expressive attire. His daughter looked like a well brought up conservative lady in her white dress with midnight blue leaves patterned around the swinging skirt and over her shoulder. An off-blue sheer shawl hung around the bend of her arms. Her white high heels almost made her as tall as Alexander.

And she did not disappoint. “Is that a garbage bag or a dress? Please, go take it off, you are hurting my eyes. Where are the stunning dresses? You ain’t going for a funeral,” Marilyn took off her glasses, taking a sip of her protein shake. All that was a guise. The shake did nothing to her, as werewolves we were very athletic looking and had really fit bodies. She flipped through several dresses and then stopped at a red bodycon, it had a slit which snaked to the upper thigh. Even before I put it on, I knew that was the dress for me.

Isla Montgomery was a vision tonight. She was draped in midnight silk that clung to her figure and dipped daringly at her back, she stood beneath an art installation, a sculpture of glass wings that shimmered as if alive. The storm-gray of her eyes softened as she conversed, a delicate smile playing at her lips. Her every word, every movement, was calculated elegance. She knew she was being watched, and she thrived in it. The man before her seemed entranced.

The zipper was an issue but she managed to pull it all the way up before opening the door. "Mr. Montgomery?" she called out, poking her head out the door. She pressed her hand against the low cut of her dress― it didn't cause anything that shouldn't show to show, but Amelia wasn't comfortable with showing this much skin. All of her clothing pieces prior to this had been conservative, and the most scandalous clothes she had would be lingerie that never saw daylight past her bedroom doors. Granted, there was a thin translucent veil that covered her cleavage, but it was much more fleshy than normal. It did, however, hug her curves perfectly as though the dress was made just for her.

That certainly ain't no fucking nun costume! "What the fuck is she wearing?" Bethany is dressed up in an army outfit consisting of tiny combat shorts, a tight white vest and black boots, her long blonde hair is curled and she's wearing a matching hat. I may not be sexually invested in her yet because of her age but you would have to be blind to think she looks anything but fucking incredible and I know she's going to be in the dreams of many teenage boys tonight, fuck!

As easy as speaking with her mind, a moment later she said we could start the practices that very afternoon. To seal my doom, Marla was happy to agree. She gave me a light white dress like the frogs the bathhouse women wore, sleeveless and long to my feet. And she called Ronda to come with us and make sure nobody interfered. The frog was pretty much a petticoat with an inner lining, so it wouldn’t get translucent when wet. So I wore it, and a regular dress over it, and had no choice but follow Ronda and the little princess up the stairs.

Nari Montgomery Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I twirled excitedly in my birthday dress, admiring the soft folds of its fabric and the beautiful shimmer it makes as light touches the dress. The high waisted garment is close-fitting around the bust and tapers off loosely from the waist to my ankles. Today is my nineteenth birthday and tonight will be the night where the Goddess will reveal I am the chosen mate for the Alpha of Bayswater pack, Romeo Price.

“Mr. Montgomery thinks of everything.” “He certainly does,” she said, easing the door closed. She set the Versace bag on the bed and lifted a stunning, emerald green cocktail dress out, then noticed black heels beneath it that were resting on top of the Burberry coat that the assistant had mentioned, as well as a sparkling silver clutch. “How the heck would he know my shoe size?” she asked herself, as she wriggled out of her jeans and sweater. The dress fit her like a glove, and after a brief struggle, she got the back zipped up and stepped into the heels. The coat was certainly long and concealed the frilly hem on her dress, but glancing down at the black heels