Ethereal Outfit Novels & Stories

Outside the house however arrived a large carriage, which when the Serviteurs saw from their windows, they called upon their brothers and sisters, and everyone put on their best behaviour. Inside the carriage sat the Serviteur Noir Octavia. She wore a unique dark cloak with several patters and designs meant for superior Serviteurs. She quietly sat down on their chair. Her brown eyes were barely visible, and locks of her black hair were sticking out from the cloak before she did anything else she, closed her eyes. Meanwhile back in French Arctica, as a hooded figure unloaded a bunch of empty sacks from the shed, he was suddenly pulled back from the side of the shed. At the same time, his mout

OLIVIA The dress Ethan sent me was out of this world. It was a long royal blue dress with a split going up to my thigh. Off shoulder showing off just enough skin to entice but modest enough to passed off as classic. The ladies who did my make up made it natural with a touch of nude lipstick.

Every passing second seemed to echo in the room, building the suspense of her delayed appearance. When Emma finally emerged, the atmosphere shifted. The morning sunlight danced on her figure, highlighting the meticulous details of her attire. The black skinny jeans clung to her curves with precision, creating a silhouette that was both tantalising and irresistible. The sleeveless black turtleneck showcased her slender arms, and every movement she made seemed to be choreographed, a mesmerising dance of grace and allure.

“Grace? Are you dressed?” Ethan yelled at from the other side of the closet. We were currently getting ready to go to the restaurant and then the club. “Almost!” I yelled out. Ethan had bought me a second dress. It was a Scarlett red with spaghetti straps that dropped to a swoop neck line however, the skirt was incredibly tight. It was barely long enough for my ass to be covered. Adding a bicep cuff and a few other bracelets. I was just putting on some earrings and a small necklace. My hair was curled tightly and the smoky eye really looked amazing.

Ethan was waiting for Emma to join him as they had to be early for their meeting. He was dressed in a grey custom-made suit and a brown custom-made shoe. His hair is nicely styled. Ethan will be signing his biggest deal today if all goes well. A few minutes later, after Ethan's patience was running out. Emma came climbing down the stairs, dressed in a silver multicoloured beaded feather bottom embellished evening dress. With a fitted sheer bodice. A v-neckline and a low v-shaped back. A floor length and a mermaid-shaped end.

From my window, I could see pack members beginning to gather, many already dressed in the traditional ceremonial garb. With Jade’s help, I slipped into my own ceremonial attire. The dress was pure white silk, so sheer it was almost translucent, flowing around my body like water. As tradition dictated, I wore nothing beneath it, the silk cool against my bare skin. The dress symbolized purity and openness to the Goddess’s blessings.

"Carson helped pick it out. Said it matched my eyes and High Crest colors." "He's got good taste." She fingered the fabric. "Very elegant but not overdone." I started getting changed, grateful for the help with the complicated back zipper. "There," Odette said, stepping back. "Perfect fit." "Thanks. You look amazing too, by the way." "This old thing?" She smoothed her silver-blue dress. "Had it made for Spring Equinox. Figured it was formal enough." "Are you kidding? You look like royalty." "I am royalty," she said with a grin.

White-gold threads formed intricate cedar patterns across the flowing skirt, and a silver silk ribbon was tied into a delicate bow at my waist. Ethan had designed it himself. He had poured over every detail for me, guiding the dress from the very first sketch to the finished piece. Shaking off the memories, I stood up and walked toward the ceremonial hall. The room was packed with elite guests. Ethan was already standing before the altar, looking regal in a black-gold suit with a moonstone brooch pinned to his collar. The moment he caught sight of me, his icy expression loosened for an instant. But just as I began my walk toward him, the sound of slow applause echoed from the crowd.

she said, stretching out her hand. Ethan thanked her and collected it, then he walked into the closet to change. It did not take up to five minutes for him to get dressed. By the time he was out, Agnes was already dressed. The gown she wore flowed down to her toe, nearly sweeping the floor. It was a sleeveless, weightless gown, which dazzled in the brightness of the day. He stood there admiring her beauty, like always. "Ohh my, I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you are," the words fell out of his lips.

I respond, already looking forward to the party. An Aurora leaves and I change a stunning outfit that exudes elegance and sophistication. My dress is a chic knee-length sheath dress in a soft pastel shade, adorned with delicate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The fitted silhouette flatters my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places.