Nun Robe Novels & Stories

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 tailor finished her measurements before bringing a long silver-white cloth towards her and laying it across her shoulder. She hummed, “Do you think it's enough?” Raven drew a hand over the fabric, “I think with the right amount of flowers and adornments it'll be perfect. We were lucky they had enough to spare.” Laura frowned, “Isn't this the same material they wear in the temple?” “It is. You and Adolph will be wearing temple robes as it is taking place at a temple.” Laurel chuckled, “How traditional.” “Exactly!”

Zhou Fu accepted the robe questioningly. "You might see it as just a piece of clothing." Bao Yin spoke in response to the astonished expressions of Li Xian, Xu Xiaofei, Yuan Kai, and Zhou Fu. “In our place, this cloak belongs to the Spirit Tool Top Tier faction. This robe is able to provide extra protection to the wearer. When you are injured by sharp weapons, or poison, or also other attacks, this spirit tool will work to heal your wounds. Although this type of spirit tool is useless to those of us at the Saint King realm, it will be of great help to those at the lower Saint King realm.”

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

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.

"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."