Baju Dewi Yunani Novels & Stories

The manager asks. “You can send someone to get clothes of her size” “Okay sir, I will get right to it” “Hmm” I hum before she turns around and makes his way out of the room, I close the door behind him before returning my focus to the sleeping lady on the bed. My eyes travel down her body and I clench my jaw together. She is dressed in a pair of maxi skirt which hugs her figure perfectly, a crop top accentuating her slim waist and she has her hair in a high ponytail as usual. Her face is bare of any kind of makeup and the white Nike on her legs really accompanies her dressing. Unlike other girls, Greece is not thin. Her waist is so thin yet opens up to her full rounded hips. Her breasts are

She poured warm milk from a jug into a cup. Bery propped his head on his hand, watching his wife. She stood, conferred by the morning sun, white and pretty, with a slight blush on her cheeks. Long silver hair flowed freely down her back and chest. He would have taken it again, but then they would not leave the bedroom until dinner. *** To enter the city, Deya chose a dress made of blue warm wool, embroidered with silver threads. Over it is a soft cape with a white fur hood, light gray suede gloves on his hands. A string of pearls on the neck and a pearl net on the hair.

We would be doing some after wedding pictures, some would be on horse back, while riding and some off. On Jess’s head sat a breathtaking crown in gold intricate designs of interwoven vines. It’s leaves were made from emeralds and carefully crafted flowers of pinks and reds could be seen. A white sheer Greek styled dress graced her body, a slit at the left side. A sliver of gold vines were wrapped from her ankle up to her thigh to disappear under the split. Her upper arms had on snakes that boasted blood red eyes. Golden arrow earrings pointed from the top of her ears to the bottom. Her feet were bare but her toes were adorned with golden rings and at her right ankle peeked a gold anklet. She

"As you wish, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements." Three hours later, Britney emerged from her room, a vision that seemed to embody the spirit of Athens itself. Her dress was a masterpiece of modern design with ancient Greek influences. The bodice, adorned with gold beadwork reminiscent of a goddess's armor, hugged her curves before flowing into a skirt of midnight blue silk. The fabric shimmered with every movement, like the surface of the Mediterranean under a starlit sky. Her hair was styled in loose waves, with a delicate gold laurel wreath that seemed like the crowns worn by ancient Greek royalty. Brandon, in contrast, opted for a more casual look: designer jeans paired with a wh

She told me she had an idea for my dress that she just could not get out of her head. She said it just came to her but it was perfect for me. I let her run with it. I trust her. She hasn’t led me wrong so far. This time is no different. This dress is different. It looks like something a Greek Goddess would wear. Like Athena or Artemis maybe. It is a white silk wrap-style dress that stops at my knees in the front and my ankles in the back. Around the waist is a thick gold sash. Attached to my straps is a gold cape that fastens around my wrists with gold bands. The entire dress is trimmed in gold ribbon. I even have low-heeled gold sandals. When I put it on I swear I felt regal. Not that I w

Argus nodded, she sat down beside him and looked towards the training grounds. ‘ This place is different from Acropolis.’ -‘ Yes’, she nodded. ‘ We went to Parthenon once. Very beautiful temples. Lady Athena is our patron Goddess too. She looked so dazzling, so majestic, so mesmerizing. I was very young then’. -‘Hmm... I have a question. Why do you people were these strange clothes? I haven’t seen anyone wearing chiton or peplos’. Selene smiled. The corner of her eyes sparkled with amusement. ‘ We have a Persian lineage. In Persia, people wear dresses like this. Easy for battle. Easy for movement. Your chiton is too revealing and difficult to carry. Barbaric kingdoms prefer these than normal

Bagas. Pak Kyai nodded his head at mas Rio, as a sign to get started. "Yunan Ardian Dewangga .... I marry you, and I marry you with your betel nut, my sister Dewi Revia Ananta with a dowry of a set of prayer instruments paid in cash." "I accept the marriage and marriage of Dewi Revia Ananta with the dowry that has been mentioned, and I am willing to do so. And may Allah always give grace," replied Dewa firmly after previously getting a signal with a loud bang from mas Rio

FIVE YEARS LATER… “Athena, are you ready?” Maxime asked as she opened the door of Athena’s room. Athena was wearing a nude-colored deep v-cut flowy styled sleeveless long dress embroidered with Swarovski crystals. This gown emphasized her glowing skin and the perfect shape of her body. They fashioned her hair into a french bun with loose wavy strands to frame her delicate face. “Wow, Athena… You look stunning tonight.” She said, with her mouth agape.

Unexpectedly, Professor Jasmine, a werewolf - human fashion icon with an uncanny ability to spot talent, stood up, her eyes alight with excitement and delight, as if she had just discovered an oasis after wandering a desert for ages. "Ms. Thea, the outfit on your model is crafted from Dormeuil fabric—the same used in coats for Queen Elizabeth—and features a crown adorned with dazzlingly valuable jewels. This ensemble, valued in the eight - figure range, carries no trace of ostentation or extravagance. It perfectly captures the allure of Oriental femininity. Your design has truly touched my heart. In the werewolf - human fashion world, such a harmonious blend of cultures and luxury is rare."

There were quite a few gowns sitting in the wardrobe at the Renegade, but Elena hadn't worn any of them, after all, there wasn't really a suitable place for them to be out in the world, much less that they would need to be used on this trip. The housekeeper at the hotel thoughtfully delivered the gowns to her room, along with matching bags, shoes, and jewellery. Crushed diamonds to do shoulder straps, naturally sagging tender yellow satin lining for lining, the surface sewn with organza, waist position fine crushed diamond belt will outline the waistline, the whole person shows a youthful and beautiful look, white skin will be the whole person's temperament to pull up, exquisite and advanced