Kara Danvers Costume Novels & Stories

He drifted in a sea of pleasant warmth as gentle touches caressed his skin and when he was cocooned in a soft, cloud-like embrace, he finally succumbed to the darkness of a dreamless sleep. ***** Kari was awakened in the early afternoon once again by a chirpy Nevis, Ryedir nowhere to be seen. The cheerful beta showed Kari his full wardrobe, mostly things of a similar manner as yesterday but he learned that when he was leaving the manor, he would be expected to wear a longer trouser that reach half below his knee and a light-colored hooded half cloak that falls to his knees. The beta helped him try one on and Kari had been mortified at how good it looked.

One thing had led to another and for the first time since she'd come to Yourne University, she'd given in to Sarah's demands to go out. She should have known that something was up when Fiona offered to do her hair and makeup. They all knew that Kara was not one to bother with such things and now that she thinks about it, they had been strangely persuasive. They had made her wear an off the shoulder black dress that fit and moulded her curves like second skin. When she had almost bailed out on them, seeing as how she couldn't recognise herself, they'd dragged her out of the room neither of them taking heed of her complaints.

It was all so convenient for Kara; she'd found someone with a grudge against Alexa, too, and a powerful one at that; it was only a matter of time before they brought her down. Dressed in a dark blue skirt and a pink shirt she had been given by Dave, she entered the room as directed and sat on the low couch. Across her was a man with dark blue eyes and a tight-lipped expression, his blonde hair shaved close to his scalp. She hadn't seen him earlier because he'd just returned from patrol, but Alpha Carl looked so different from when she last saw him almost two years ago.

The entire Starveil Caravan is there, along with the cursed individuals we've taken in, several of the Triarchs' representatives, and even a few curious locals. I wear a dress made from dreamstuff—silver and flowing, adorned with patterns that shift like living things. Riven helped me design it, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever worn. Kael wears formal black, with his Bloodwraith Mark visible through a strategically placed opening in his shirt. He refused to hide it. Said it's part of who he is now, and he's not ashamed of it anymore. He's breathtaking.

Grant's POV After breakfast, I walked my mate to her room, where my bags now were. and I got changed into a navy blue, pin-stripped three-piece suit and crisp white shirt. I attached my grandfather's pocket watch to the button of my waistcoat and put it into the pocket. Kari came out of her bathroom in a beautiful knee-length deep blue dress that made her stunning crystal blue eyes pop. Her hair was pulled into a side ponytail and curled perfectly. She had on a pair of matching blue shoes and she wore the Royal crest on the collar of her dress.

My eyes moved over everything, memorizing it, as if I were trying to hold onto a version of this room that was already slipping away. But Kayla held my attention. She stood before the mirror, dressing for war. Not an actual war that involved armor… but she might as well have purchased one. She was in a fitted dark outfit that clung to her frame. Sharp, deliberate, every detail chosen with purpose. The dress was a deep charcoal… Her hair was pulled back from her face, exposing the strong line of her jaw and the curve of her neck, and her eyes, reflecting in the glass, were focused as she adjusted the sleeve at her wrist.

Back in the hallway, I let Caroline flop to the floor like a used rag, my eyes locked on the only person that matters in the whole world. Caroline was wheezing, crying, clutching her throat, mascara running in black rivers. I didn’t even look at her again. My legs were already moving. Kira stood ten feet away, flanked by two nervous maids who looked ready to faint. She was wearing a simple silver dress…nothing flashy, just soft fabric that hugged her waist in a way that had me salivating. They’d pulled half her hair up in a messy twist, the rest falling in thick waves around her face. She looked classy, expensive, and still a little dangerous.

"I love you too. Even when you're being overprotective and autocratic." "Especially then," I correct, and kiss her. ARIA Thursday morning arrives with unseasonable warmth and clear skies. I spend the day preparing for the gala with meticulousness. Every detail matters when you're walking into a trap designed to catch a killer. Katya helps me into my dress, A midnight blue silk that flows like water, with a high neckline that conceals the body armor Viktor insisted on. It's so thin and flexible I barely feel it, but Dante assures me it can stop a bullet.

She told them, suddenly feeling an urgency in her movements, noting how Nico Bernardi hated delays. True to her word, she was out and back in her room in record time. The crew immediately worked on her. They fixed her hair and face. Then, they helped her dress. Anna proudly brandished Kara’s gown as she took off its hanger, giving Kara a brief look at its design. It was a halter dress in satin gold. Its bodice hugged her perfect figure, tightening at the waist and flaring smoothly downward, creating a soft fold accentuating her hips.

Even so, none of them felt comfortable with the situation. But they had no other choice. After finally putting on the suit that still bore a few wrinkles, Adrian stood in front of the mirror. He adjusted his tie several times, trying to reassure himself that everything he was going through today would not last long. And the person responsible for making him endure all of this would pay a very heavy price. "Let's go," Kara said flatly. She had already changed into the gown she had chosen. Her makeup was still flawless, but the traces of exhaustion on her face could no longer be concealed.