Narcissa Malfoy Costume Novels & Stories

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents.

My jaw clenched. By the time I tried on the fifth dress, I was sweating, silently cursing everything from Draco’s stupid cheekbones to Larry’s stupid fingers. How did I get into this mess? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl with a boring boyfriend and a part-time job at a bookstore? “You’re staring again,” Draco drawled as I stepped out in a dark emerald gown. “That one... hmm. It says ‘deadly but still docile.’ I like it.” “I feel like I’m being packaged for auction,” I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me.

“Don’t you think she should be executed in accordance with our laws? Isn’t such an act disgraceful, your highness, especially for someone who is minutes away from becoming the Luna of the Crescent Pack?” I was thrown into a state of total confusion and had no idea where their lies were coming from, but as I saw a smirk playing on Malia’s face who was in the front row, dressed in a sparkling white dress with a white hat that was designed with feathers, I had an idea of what might have happened. She had once asked them to make my life unbearable, and if truly she was involved, there was no way I could ever win against her.

Mrs Malfoy's gaze moved to the couch where she had dropped the folded dress. "Is there any thing else I can do for you, your majesty?" She asked. "Yes." "Okay." "Do you mind joining me for a picnic?" Mrs Malfoy requested. Emma was speechless. She did mind but she didn't have the perfect dress for it. "I do, but I can't hang out with her majesty like this." "Don't worry about the dress, I already have one for you." She said, stepping out of the bed. She went to her wardrobe, bringing out a folded gown sealed in a transparent nylon. The cloth looks new, pressed and well folded. "I bought you this."

Music can be heard from the entrance of the hall, the DJ playing halloween themed songs like thriller and bury a friend while mixing it with disco tunes. Since it's Halloween, Victory had chosen to go as Queen Amidala, adopting the character's kimono-like outfit when the queen visited Senator Palpatine's apartment on Coruscant. To attain a similar look, Victory had chosen to wear a kimono, a t-shaped, wrapped front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body. The lilac outfit is made out of silk and had an intricate weave drawn onto the fabric that shimmers under the light.

"But you better take care, Leia, and come back home. I love you." "I will come back home, Xavier. I love you too," I replied, ending the call. I then turned to my backpack to find a suitable dress for the evening. To fit in with the high-ranking witches at the midnight party, I chose a purple gown that shimmered with gold and featured a sweetheart neckline. Checking the time, I realized that there was no opportunity for rest. I dressed quickly, then teleported back to Jess's basement to wait for the others. As I waited, I scrutinized the blueprints and newspaper clippings, hoping to glean something the rebels hadn't mentioned.

Nora P.O.V I ran my fingers down the fabric of my dress, smoothing out the silk as I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. The black and red gown hugged my figure perfectly, the intricate floral lace carving delicate patterns over the sheer black overlay, while the royal red silk underneath added a touch of richness. The detachable black skirt trailed behind me like a shadow, enhancing my every step with an air of mystery. My dark waves cascaded over my shoulders, shining under the dim glow of the vanity lights like a river kissed by moonlight.

If the girl were thrown off Draco's back, the body would have been crushed. Draco wasn't too worried about Astrid. The girl was currently wearing her robe made from Draco's dragon scales. The robe would protect Astrid's body from impact. The cloak also kept Astrid against Draco's back. Unfortunately, Astrid did not know the uniqueness of the robe she was wearing. Naturally, Astrid was scared. Draco had absolutely no interest in telling Astrid because he was busy concentrating on flying while his strength was still there. He almost passed out.

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

As she emerged from the shower, her skin still flushed from the warm water, I summoned the perfect attire for our impending meeting with the Necromancer King. The stunning silver dress I produced for her seemed to shimmer and shine in the light, accentuating her curves and radiating an aura of elegance. I mirrored her splendor with a dashing silver suit, complete with a black vest and shoes that gleamed like polished onyx. My own dark hair was impeccably styled, every strand falling into place with precision, as I ensured that we presented a united front of refinement and poise, befitting our audience with the Necromancer King.