روايات وقصص ضمن Midoriya Izuku Costume

His golden red hair was tied in half, and he let the remaining strands of his hair scatter in the wind. While his robes were bright gold, and I didn't expect him to wear armor to meet me. Is there going to be a big war? By now, those green eyes were looking at me with piercing gaze, and his arrogance was visible in his jawbone and the dimple in his chin. Midaz looks exactly like an angry Greek god. Midaz, or rather Minami Dazune. His name is not at all like his face and appearance. He really doesn't look like Japanese.

“Maybe you were meant to lose your memory, princess. Maybe you were meant to change things.“, he said. “I don’t know, Mitsuhide.“, She said with a shrug. A maid called out from the main door in Mitsuhide’s room. She slid the door open, and her eyes went wide to see the tiny woman sitting next to him. She walked in and handed over the semi-large parcel to him. “The things you sent out for, my lord.“, she said, “Ma’am.” She glared at the woman she saw before her. She bowed as Mitsuhide reached up and took the parcel from her and she turned to go out. Mitsuhide took out a knife and cut the twine around the paper wrapped package. He carefully unwrapped it. Inside there were five different patter

He's keeping me only because he loves her very much, and I remind him of her. "And even though you know, you will still be loyal to him?" "This doesn't really have anything to do with you, Mr. Butler. Anyway, I should leave now." Miya stood up. Just then, a girl with long black hair and big blue eyes, dressed in a light green dress, came walking towards them. She was wearing a floral head wreath, and her eyes shone brightly with youth and liveliness. She's like a fairy. Miya thought and noticed that she looked a bit like herself, both her face and her figure.

He got submerged with the sudden change and when he got to, he had witnessed a goddess who swam towards his position. Mistress Ais was not the past one any longer and so Maru had also forbidden her to wear the previous battle gears. What she often used to garb nowadays was a mimic of his own choice of shades. A full body elegant dark dress that showcased the entire goods on her attractive self.

“I-I’m not that old! I’m married but I’m not that old!” “Oh well…” the little girl tilted her head. “How about ‘Sir’?” Sen looked at her. She was only around two and a half feet tall. She wasn’t wearing any sandals, and her outfit was a white yukata with lavender pictures sewn from her knee to the end, tied with a purple obi and red ribbon. She had long, lilac colored hair with bangs that covered both of her eyes. But when she tilted her head to the side, half of her left eye was exposed, and he could see a mesmerizing violet eye.

Their conversation lasted until past five, when Miya finally said goodnight and returned to her unit to rest. By 6:30 p.m., Izzy was ready. She’d gone with a simple yet elegant black spaghetti-strap dress that ended mid-thigh. She paired it with four-inch black heels, a small purse that could only fit her phone and wallet, and minimal jewelry—a simple necklace and earrings. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and smiled. Her outfit wasn’t too bold. Just right for the night ahead. Her smile faded when her phone buzzed again for the nth time—it was Ruby, asking where she was.

Mizuki was focused on Meredith’s husband and that made Meredith feel something strange. Mizuki was wearing a black satin floor length gown with asymmetrical patterns that wrapped around from her waist down to the ground. It had an inlet corset and thin criss-crossed halter straps that went up and around her neck accentuating the space between. Her breasts being put on display by the pushing up of the corset and the opening created by the straps crossing her chest.

Knox calls for entry, and Iris bounds in with her usual infectious energy, carrying what looks like an elegant gown draped over her arms. "Perfect timing!" she declares, seemingly oblivious to the tension crackling between Knox and me. "Knox asked me to bring something appropriate for this afternoon's council meeting." She holds up the garment—a stunning creation in deep sapphire blue silk that shimmers like starlight. The cut is elegant but powerful, designed to command respect in formal settings. It's exactly what a future Luna Queen should wear to her first council meeting. The perfect costume for infiltrating their power structure. "Iris, it's beautiful," I breathe, running my fingers ov

The tables themselves are made from ice, white or silver is the common motif and what was worn by most of the pack. I was shining, as beautiful as the Moon Goddess’ face. My friends always tell me that I'm lucky to have everything. If only they knew what happens behind closed doors. If only they bear witness to my day-to-day suffering or the still-fresh wounds etched in my moon-white skin, covered by thick layers of fabric to hide from everyone’s sight. Alpha Marcus made sure of that. A long-sleeve dress that reaches the floor was my armor tonight, my head and my hands are the only ones that aren’t covered in this shimmering dress. A perfect unbroken doll to be displayed, that's what I was t

I asked nervously while surveying the room. My gorgeous mates look good enough to eat. Lorcan is dressed in a suit, much like yesterday. It matches the colors I’m wearing perfectly—a deep orange-red like Imagyns hair. Reika was able to work her magic and refurbish one of my dresses from last year for I’magyn. She is now dawning a sapphire blue dress that accents her hair. And Xim looks handsome in black slacks and a shirt that matches our Luna. “Yes, My Mistress, I believe we are,” Xim’s calm tone makes me and Imagyn blush.