Novel & Cerita Nun Robe

Cassiopeia Nyx "You look beautiful, Luna" I glanced at Rori, her long hair ruffled all over face as she smiled, the warmth exuding from her fought against the chills developing in my spine. My coronation day. Luna Queen. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the ceremonial robe that had been prepared for me. a deep green with intricate brown stitching and embroidery, at the sleeves and bottom of the robes, there was a small forest carefully embroidered.

If something happened to him, how would she save her mother? Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a small room mostly filled with the giant featherbed that she lay on. The bed itself was unbelievably luxurious. It was out of place in such a small, plain room. Inside the room surrounding her was a group of men in black robes. The hoods of the robes were pulled over their heads. The cloth flowed down to the floor, completely obscuring their feet. They wore a sleeveless tunic over their robes that was just as black. But a large red symbol announced their allegiance across the front of the tunic.

*********** Three years after *********** I am wearing my blue robe with gold embroidery over it. I roll the sleeves back. My hair hangs loosely around my shoulders; it is shorter now since it’s harder to train with long hair. A thin golden chain hangs by my neck with a tiny crystal hanging on it.

Hannah fell in beside me, and Kieran trailed just behind, his shadow pressing like a weight I couldn’t shake. Hannah glanced at me. “Are you prepared for it?” A faint laugh slipped out of me, though it wasn’t really a laugh. “I don’t know. Not like I’ve got any choice, do I?” “I suppose not,” she replied. I looked down at the robe, tugging lightly at the sleeve. “What’s the purpose of this thing?” “That is the feeder’s ceremonial robe,” she explained. “It marks you as the vessel.” The word lodged in me like a stone. Vessel. I didn’t respond.

When the Nebos finished, the silks formed into a floor-length robe and a loose pair of pants hanging on his hips. Today's clothing color was green and red like Christmas decor. It had taken Murry hours to teach the Nebos how to make pants and a robe. He couldn't get a shirt. He shrugged at the covering. It was enough not to feel so exposed all the time. Caring about what color they choose was beyond what he was willing to put in the time.

'That could end up with a bruise, yo. Wenren's pants became wet. A large patch of water seeped his chest and stomach. "Crap. I'm sorry." Wenren held his hand and escorted him back on land. Ritian realized that the man is carrying a piece of fabric on the other hand. The color and needle work design extremely close with Wenren's pants. "This is an outer robe. Use it during the ceremony. This cost me a fortune. Keep it and use it during a special occasion. Understood?"

After stripping her clothes she washed her body thoroughly. More than twenty minutes later Celestine left bathroom and looked around the room with awe. Red roses were spread in whole room and candles were lit and arranged beautifully. Celestine wore a blue silk night gown and left her hair open. Her face was red due to shower and there was not a single touch of make up on her angelic face. A sudden gust of wind hit her making her shiver. Celestine turned left and saw Damien walking in from balcony. He wore a casual white shirt with black pants and his hair were messy. In this casual dress his body was executing an aura of bad boy.

“Your auction begins tonight at 8 p.m. A private car will collect you at 7:30. Wear only the white silk robe provided. No underwear. No jewelry. Hair down. Makeup minimal—natural beauty preferred.” The robe arrived that afternoon in a sleek black box tied with a blood-red ribbon. When I slipped it on, the silk was so thin it felt like a whisper against my skin. It clung to the full curves of my breasts, the hem ending just below the swell of my ass. Every movement made the fabric shift, teasing my nipples into tight peaks and brushing maddeningly against my bare pussy. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes wide with a mixture of

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.