Biana Vacker Costume Novels & Stories

I struggled to get him off, but fighting in human form has never been a strong point of mine. Before he could do anything to hurt me, a sound reached our ears. Our heads snapped in that direction. Vanya stood where Devrim had stood only moments before. The black dress she wore made her pale skin stand out. The thin straps held the long dress; there was a slit on one side that ended mid-thigh, showing off a good expanse of her toned leg. She had a thin belt around her waist, right beneath her breasts that made them appear bigger. The dress wasn’t tight and the material was thin, which made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

After a quick shower, Bianca put on a dark green sundress with sandals. She didn't typically wear dresses but wanted to make a good impression at her first pack dinner. When she walked out of the bedroom, she didn't need to count the doors to Polly's room. She just followed the squeals of laughter. Bianca stopped at the door and giggled at what she saw.

He looked her in the eyes and nodded. Three hours later, they were in the car, going to the club. Anna had helped Emma get a suitable dress. Where she had found it, Emma didn’t want to know. It was a white halter neck dress in a flowy fabric. The neckline was so deep that it showed her bellybutton. The skirt went halfway down her thighs, but it had two slits that split it all the way to her waist on either side. As it had become her signature, the back was bare. She had matched it with a pair of gold stilettos, as high as she dared them to be. Her hair was piled on top of her head, soft curls falling down to frame her face, her makeup was soft. The only jewellery was her collar. “Tell me wha

The crowd clapped politely, the rhythm of the music masking the undercurrent of danger. Bianca stood at Matteo’s side, her gown a deep shade of blood red that made her look carved from fire. Her mask was gold, her hair swept back like a queen’s crown, every inch of her polished into power. “Smile,” Matteo murmured at her ear, his hand resting lightly on her back. To anyone watching, it was an intimate gesture. In truth, it was a warning. “I am smiling,” Bianca replied, tilting her head just enough for the photographers to catch the perfect angle. “Can’t you tell?”

Well let's just see. Bianca was wearing a dark green cowl neck dress that had a slit on the left side and her blonde hair is flat-ironed. Luna is wearing a pastel blue deep V-neck dress that accentuated her curves well. Finally Freya is Freya tonight. She's wearing a yellow sweetheart neckline dress and her hair is out in her natural curls and damn she looks sexy in that dress. And I can say yellow is her color. Damn she looks good in all colors. I'm wearing an off-shoulder burgundy dress with a deep long slit on one side and paired it off with black heels and decided on letting my hair out. It's how he likes it to be.

Bianca thought, as she casually put on the robe, "My clothes, please return them to me; no matter how ugly or cheap they are, they are mine, and you have no right to handle them!" After saying that, Bianca was about to go find Frost, but Maddy quickly stopped her, "You haven't put on your underwear yet!" and handed her a set of lingerie. Bianca took a look - it was an excessively large bra and a pair of disposable panties. She put on the panty and said, "This bra is unnecessary, the advantage of the small bust is not worrying about exposing!" After that, she confidently went on her way. That ugly grey robe had unexpectedly brought out a heroic demeanour in Bianca. It made her walk with grace

Lorenzo stopped. Bianca had changed into a violet dress. The silk skimmed her body, the cut modest enough to be elegant. On Bianca, that restraint only made it more provocative. On an older woman, it would have looked polished. On her, with that bright, unguarded youth still clinging to her, it became something more dangerous. She walked toward him with her hair loose and her throat bare, holding out the jewelry case with a small, satisfied smile. “Well?” she asked. What followed happened quickly.

They’re in charge of the entourage’s hair and makeup. “Byotchhhhhhhhh!” An irritating voice pierced through Jada’s ears. Although she knew who the owner was, she still couldn’t help but be annoyed. However, she couldn’t be annoyed for long, especially after seeing Bambi’s outfit. It’s out of this world and even a blind person will laugh at him. He’s wearing floral leggings and a neon green halter top. Yes, it’s neon green! It looked like he picked his top based on the colors of the flowers on his leggings. And take note, he’s wearing an ankle strap stiletto!

She pointed at the other woman. “Your majesties,” Bianca grabbed the helms of her dress and bowed. Unlike me who wore jeans and a shirt, she was wearing a dress. Not the medieval kind, just a really long dress, the type the royal family females wear in the 21st century. It was a graceful pastel blue colored maxi with no patterns.

And on his arm was Bianca. She was ethereal. Dressed in a gown of moonlight-white silk, her pale hair was swept up in an intricate style, a delicate diamond tiara glittering on her brow. She was smiling, a serene, practiced expression that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked every inch the princess. They looked… perfect together. A matched set. My breath hitched. The mask I had so carefully constructed threatened to crumble into dust. Kairi’s eyes continued their scan of the room, and for a heart-stopping second, they landed on me.