Marinette Costumes Novels & Stories

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

He announced, laughing and I looked over my shoulder to see who it was. I saw some rich looking people walking into the hall with full elegance. They seemed to have similar traits and appearance with lady Marinette, especially the stunning woman at the front whom was dressed impeccably in a shimmering green dress that complimented her emerald green eyes.. I guessed that she must be Lady Marinette's mother while the rest could also be her family. Right after them was Lady Marinette, walking graciously into the hall through the door, putting on a similar dress like her mum as she also took a table somewhere around where they were all seated together at the front role.

My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, had dumped me less than twelve hours ago, and here I was getting off to the idea of some mysterious guy who probably pitied me. A loud knock on my bedroom door made me jolt. “Sole? Babe, you alive in there?” Marinette’s voice, bright and bossy as always. “I brought coffee and rage. Open up before I use my spare key.” “Shit,” I muttered. I quickly shoved the toy back in the drawer, yanked my panties up, and pulled my shirt down. “Coming!” Marinette burst in the second I opened the door, her curly hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing workout leggings and a sports bra like she’d already conquered the day. She took one look at my flushed face and messy hair and smirke

“My makeup must be better than hers! You hear me? Everyone must know I’m the bride.” Everyone bursts out laughing, while I shake my head, giving her a little squeeze. The door to the large room we’re in opens, and Marina comes in. “I saw Marc but I couldn’t find you,” she says the second her eyes land on me. She’s dressed in a scarlet dress that clings to her skin like cling film. It’s a floor-length dress with extra fabric on the bodice, making her look like a butterfly. Every married woman in the family is expected to wear red, while the single ones would wear black.

Her face, however, displayed kindness and wisdom that were beyond understanding. Her grey hair was long, flowing down to her waist. She wore a simple white cotton cloth that concealed every inch of her body aside from her hands and head. Standing by her side were Gio and Marielle. They screamed royalty and power; it was hard to believe that was going to be Damien and me in a few minutes. Marielle's smile was bright, but her dress was even brighter. She wore a silver body-hugging gown with rhinestones embedded around the cleavage. It was the handles that left her shoulders and cleavage exposed.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

“This feels too rushed, you could-“ she was about to complain again when Anthonier walked through the door with the lady by his side. Marina. Her name was Marina. I needed to let that stick. She was dressed in a deep green gown that I’m certain was picked by Hilra to help camouflage her along with the trees and bushes around Caraven’s stall. The charm sat idly on her neck and draped over the front of her chest. For a brief moment, my mind wandered back to the white lace nightgown she had on last night and I chastised myself for the brief diversion. There are bigger things at stake Xanthanius, you’ve seen women before.

Claire could only stare. The all lace dress had a plunging neckline that perfectly yet barely covered and supported her ample chest. The dress was almost completely transparent, the lace flowers strategically placed to cover her intimate areas. There were small rhinestone encrusted spaghetti straps flowing down the sides of the dress, just to fade into the skirt of the gown. Marian quickly stepped onto the small stage and faced the three mirrors, hands roaming down the mermaid style gown, along her curves. “I look AMAZING! Your father is going to have a heart attack when he sees me in this!” Tears filled her eyes. Claire quickly grabbed a tissue and handed one to her.

Trent promised he'd take care of our transportation, to and fro. Tonight, I'm in a red, off shoulder, lace ball gown, which has an open back and from the way this dress makes my waist look tiny, I can tell men will be falling at my feet tonight. I also got myself a gold side butterfly Venetian mask that has red glitters and jewels. Roxy is in a black halter tulle ball gown, with an open back too, and her mask is a black Monsoon peacock Venetian Swarovski crystal one. Wren and Maeve both are in off shoulder ball gowns, with Wren's being as green as her beautiful eyes, and an emerald green and gold Venetian feather mask and Maeve's, a mixture of peach-gold and silver with a gold Venetian mask

A few beaded pearl necklaces and large earrings complete my look. “Wow, you look beautiful,” Linette says as she and Valerie enter. They’re both in deep purple gowns, only a shade or two different. Valerie’s is flowing with it being cinched at the waist and thin straps with a slit down the right leg. It’s similar to what Nicole is wearing which is just a bit more pink. Whilst Linette’s is an off-shoulder mermaid gown, it’s fitted to the thighs, and it has a slit down her left leg.