Nymphadora Tonks Outfits Novels & Stories

“About 20 minutes later, I exited the most expensive private boutique in the northlands with a shopping bag that had all I needed. I’m certain Alpha Drax would flip when he learns of the prices. *..*..*..*.. I couldn’t get enough of myself. The girl staring back at me looked nothing like the girl I had already known. I was wearing a beautiful sleeveless corset gown, the upper part a shade of charcoal black adorned with silver stones. The front view waist down was a shade of cloud white, while the back a fish tail, in charcoal black, and silver stones complementing the masterpiece. A knock at the door made me snap my head. “I’m coming!” I hurried out. “You are over 30 minutes late.” Nemona sa

I covered the smile trying to wriggle its way from my lips with my hand. Zenny lived in the castle's mirrors and assisted me with my hair and makeup. He always wore crazy outfits that somehow totally worked on him. Today he had on navy blue and orange plaid pants. They were tight and stopped just above his ankles. His shoes were orange as was his button down shirt, which was covered in small navy polka dots. The collar was up, and he had a white t-shirt underneath. His hair was cropped short and just as bright orange as his shoes.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

The dress is beautiful. Black silk with red and orange crystals at the bottom, made to look like flames crawling up the dress. It’s paired with a tiara of black iron. My hair is in an elaborate braid down my back and laced with small red stones. I smile at my reflection. The girl in the mirror is one I remember to be a fierce dragon warrior, one who would do anything to protect her family, but would do exactly as she was told. The perfect daughter.

Unless her Aunty needs more of course. Jade put on a jean trouser and a tank top with a jean jacket and then wore her sneakers. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and then applied some makeup. She made sure to do justice to her mascara. The royal household had been kind enough to get her new cloths and shoes. She had suddenly became royalty, enjoying the benefits that came with it. Too bad, it had to end soon but she cared less. What greater joy than avenging her mother's death?

CALEB’S POV. “Wait. What happened to the other costume?” Tim asks, squinting his eyes. I take a step back so he can see it properly. A sheer, black lace long-sleeve shirt with a delicate floral pattern, almost spiderweb-like in the way it clings to me. I’ve got nothing underneath— just bare skin. Vanya hated the other costume said I looked too basic and then went ahead raid Tony’s closet like a raccoon on Red Bull. So I guess the other costume is a waste of money.

“Let’s do this.” By the end of the day, Fleming has railroaded me into a whole new wardrobe. What we come out with can only be described as “dark academia meets romantic goth”. Floral sundresses with rose and olive green cardigans, form-fitting black and gray knit dresses with flared skirts, a pile of pleated miniskirts and knit midi pencil skirts, a pleated brown tweed midi skirt with tan and mustard turtleneck sweaters, a gauzy white sundress with Swiss dots and lace, a black version of the same, a few velvet and knit tops and velvet babydoll dresses, a black sleeveless corset top, a faux leather knee-length burgundy skirt, a knee-high pair of black riding boots with block heels, a brown p

* Not as a dismissal; as a promise. When the sky began to bleed into gold and orange, she changed out of scrubs. I'm not into a dress. Not into anything resembling a pack Luna’s regalia. She chose black slacks, a simple white blouse, and a dark blazer that matched the one she wore to Council hearings. Her coat instead of a gown. Stethoscope in her bag, not around her neck. She wasn’t going as Aiden’s decorative half. She was going as herself. Luna twirled in front of the mirror, wearing leggings covered in tiny wolves and a T-shirt that said “Future Problem” in glitter letters. Rhea had vetoed the shirt twice; Lyra had reinstated it.

I gasped, jumping up from the bed, rushing to my trunk and began rummaging inside for something to wear… ---- Twelve minutes later I had washed up, brushed my teeth and pulled on a black high-neck, long-sleeved tunic dress which had a slit down to my waist, with a red corset around my waist and knee-high boots. I now wrapped my hair up into a bun as we walked down the palace hall. Half walking, half running to keep up with Theon’s pace. Shit… I wonder if the Alpha would realise that we had been together? I'm sure we smelt of one another… Oh well, it was too late to think of that now and I wasn’t a child…

Najaah gritted out again then made her way to her closet to get something to wear though most her clothes are in the castle. Removing a frost white v-necline body hug, she wrestled into it the took the grease Capri pants that hung down below the drawers. Adding an onyx frock coat due to the chilly November weather, she took her favorite flowery lite heels and strap them on. A scarf is tied around her neck in fashion knot where she twisted it around the existing loop. Her brunette brown designer baguette bag is what she took next. She forgot about tying head tie to close her shoulder length tresses so she did that next with a brunette veil.