Nun Robe Novels & Stories

Honestly, nuns have more exciting clothing options than this, Abby thinks to herself, and they wore habits! She has one or two white dresses, but no white shirts. They are deemed immoral and immodest, because you can see the outline of a bra through it. That is apparently cheap and vulgar and highly distasteful. One step above being a satanist, in her father's eyes. Abby smiles at the thought of how he would react if he were to come home one day and find her in a pair of blue jean shorts and a white tank top. He would probably have a heart attack on the spot.

" With that, she turned and left without another look back. … For the next few days, Rosalie and Bradley settled into a cold war. They didn't see or speak to each other. On the day before the wedding, she received the monastic robe that the Sacred Goddess needed to wear during the ordination ceremony. Stanley had mailed it to her. It was pure white with red and gold embroidery on the sleeves and hem. The red cosmos was in full bloom along the trim, and the gold scriptures shimmered with quiet reverence. She only had one day to go. After that day, she would fly to Zolt and be ordained as the Sandharan Order's Sacred Goddess. She would join the monastery and cut all mortal ties.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

The sentinel's robes are just black with no designs, and the omega's robes are orange. Everyone is expected to wear their robes, the women are to straighten their hair and pack it in a bun at the back of their head, no makeup is allowed except for gloss for the lips and finally, no shoes at the burial site. When we're both done dressing, we turn and look at each other. “You look beautiful, mi Lena; the robe suits you.” Killian tells me. “Thank you, I just wish I was wearing it under more pleasant circumstances.” I tell him.

Thank you my lord I said with excitement. I released my hands to close my spiritual eyes’ stood up and felt so strong within my body. I put the attire on and it was like they took my measurement before the robe was sow for me. I heard the vibration of the astral mirror I checked and it was red this robe is holy keep it holy and it will give you inexhaustible energy power any time you are on the battlefield. Thank you my lord I have to head you. I felt tired and weak so I slept.

"Gideon, did you claim that you can refine a Soul Preservation Pill? Do you even think before you speak?" Gideon couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply moved on and unveiled the Johnsby royal family's offering. It was a robe. Evan explained, "Gideon, don't underestimate this white robe. It's made from a special material with exceptional defensive capabilities. It's resistant to fire and water, impervious to blades and spears, and extremely tough. "For a battle maniac like you, having a durable outfit might save you from a lot of awkward situations." "Excellent!" Gideon was quite pleased. Running his hand over the robe, he could feel a smooth, warm texture. Clearly, it had some bodily nou

It was all white, with fur around the shoulder area, and the rest was covered with intricate gold patterns. Rhazien took the bigger robe from the male slave and walked up to us, bowed and then put it around Nik. He linked the ends of the fur in the front with a small golden chain so it wouldn't fall off Nik's shoulders. The female slave then stepped forward with the smaller robe and Rhazien put it on me. It was incredibly soft and light. With it, I felt a sense of responsibility fall on my shoulders. "Do you vow to rule the people of Mozog fairly and justly?" the old man asked.

She took in the massive, sweeping crimson robes heavy with golden embroidery, the high stiff collar, and the thick fabric covering almost every single inch of his body. She looked back up at me, her eyes wide with total, utter disbelief. "With that much robe?" Nina whispered incredulously, her jaw dropping slightly as she glared at me. "How am I supposed to touch a bishop in that way?"

"We brought you something." He held up a dress...no, not a dress. A robe. Made of the softest ivory silk she'd ever seen, with delicate embroidery along the edges. "It's traditional," Alaric explained. "For a mate to wear before the claiming ceremony." "Ceremony?" Elara's voice pitched higher. "Nobody said anything about a ceremony..." "Not a ceremony with witnesses," Caspian clarified quickly. "Just... tradition. The robe. Preparing you. Making sure everything is perfect."