Nun Robe Novels & Stories

As if it recognized me. Nadia nodded once, respectfully stepping away to the edge of the stone circle to give me privacy. I changed in silence, the white gown falling over me like smoke light, delicate, yet strangely grounding. The robe brightened when I slipped it on. It hugged my shoulders like a second skin woven from moonlight. Nathaniel’s eyes softened as he watched. I didn’t feel shy to stand in only my undergarments in front of him. Hell! This man already saw my nakedness.

Robin said cheerfully . "Wow! It is beautiful, dad! " she said and kissed Robin on his cheeks when she saw the beautiful Indian dress. "I know you will love this.Go and change into itI will take pictures of you and Alka," Robin said with a smile. Nannu went to change her dress. It was a traditional Indian long skirt with a matching blouse and a long silk scarf that goes with it. When she came to the living room all dressed up, Robin had happy tears into her eyes

says Amy happily. Can I wear this color? The Queen must wear purple today, too. Is she gonna be mad at me? Amy saw my concern, and as she helped me dress, she said, “Your grace, be confident. You're Mrs. Rodriguez. You don't have to be afraid of the Queen.” I took a deep breath. Yes, I am no longer a little girl bullied by the Queen. When I got dressed and went to Nuri, I found that he was also wearing a purple robe. Our clothes have the same buttons, patterns and belts, but some of the designs show differences between men and women.

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.

“Every Shadow Ridge Luna has worn these and added her own embroidery.” I touched the fabric carefully. It was soft as water and smelled like… history. Like generations of women who'd worn this before me. “I can still smell them,” I whispered. “The other Lunas.” “Good.” Jessica grinned. “Means you're not alone in this.” Getting into the robes took forever. There were like seventeen layers, each one more complicated than the last. Then Elder Patricia showed up with paint. “This might be cold,” she warned before applying blue and silver designs to my face.

I dug in and it was heaven. My ceremonial robe arrived an hour later and I gasped at how beautiful it was even if it was made on short notice. It was white with the kingdom's sigil in the middle, but it had flowers around it. It was made out of silk and it felt good to the skin. They used gold thread so it was visible and it added to the design. I was relieved they didn't make me wear a dress because that would be just absurd.

All I needed were the assistants of the maker who was supplying this magic, and I would nab the person. According to Gaius they were always cladded in dark purple robes, and they were two in number. One would stand at the door, and the other would supply the magic, interesting. The maker was very cautious, and smart. The assistant always managed to slip away without anyone knowing where they came from.

I deadpanned, at which he chuckled again and tapped my nose with his leather-clad finger. "Yes, you can wear something else. I knew you'd be dressed in a gown, so I prepared some clothes for you". He motioned to one of his friends to hand me the clothes. "I won't change," I said firmly. "Would you rather I undress you and dress you myself, or would you go back in, dress in the clothes I brought, and come out quick? What's it going to be?" His eyes held a promise, so I cowardly nodded and changed into the clothes he had brought. It felt weird wearing anything other than my gown after becoming a nun. It didn't feel right, but I thanked Heaven that he had brought something that covered me appro

STARLETTE The traditional robe laid out on the bed was pristine white, symbolising purity. It was the same robe worn by Maximus' mother and countless Lunas before her. Today, it would be mine. And after I took my oath, I would wear the crown that every Luna before me had worn with pride. "I can't believe this is finally happening," Bella beamed, her eyes sparkling as she took in the sight of the majestic robe on the bed. She turned to me with a radiant smile, prancing over and resting her hands on my shoulders. "You're going to be a perfect Luna."

There were no benches in the rooms, but there were soft mats, and there was room for ten to fifteen people. Loenka sat down on the mat by the door, facing the window and Raen across from him. The light of the summer sun fell diagonally through the window. Raen's shadow pointed directly at Loenka and reached up to his chest. It was very warm in the room and the priest wiped the sweat from his shaved head. To get some cooling he pushed the thrown hem of his yolk yellow robe off his shoulder. The priest's robe consisted of a short-sleeved undergarment, a wrap skirt and a wide panel of fabric that was wound around the body once or twice.