Padme Amidala White Outfit Novels & Stories

She gives me a grateful smile and slips her hands inside the sleeves. Thankfully, I wore my burgundy Henley and black jeans, so I’m warm. Just then, an older woman steps into the room. However, after some inspection, she doesn’t look that old. It’s just something about her that tells me that she’s older than she looks. Her hair is long and white, and her skin is nearly translucent. She’s wearing a long blue and white paisley dress, and her arms are loaded with bangles, and several big rings decorate her fingers. She’s completely expressionless as she roams her eyes over Amara and me. After a moment, she begins to talk with a thick Russian accent, “You must be the Breija and you…” She says, g

I caught her eyes first. Jemimmah. She was dressed in a sparkling white garment, not armor, but soft linen that seemed to absorb and reflect the light. Her face, usually so guarded, held a fierce, determined calm. And beside her is her dad, grey hair and beard with the same white garments, riding with the powerful posture of a seasoned warrior, yet his face was lined with wisdom and solemn purpose. The Shadowfang guards near the entrance were paralyzed. The man in the white garment spoke, his voice booming with a power that momentarily surpassed even Adrian’s, overriding the fleeing chaos.

They are infamous for their unruly attitude 'she thought. “ they arrived before us,” someone said from behind them as a sigh escaped this person's lips, They all turned to see a woman with a white leather wolf mask on her face wearing a white cloak and a dark-skinned girl who was just the same height as Amaria, with long wavy black hair and onyx eyes, dressed in a short robe made of white silk, with the loose lower sleeves, A-line silhouette and a black sash around her waist, walking by her side.

Talia asked, sliding into the back seat. Amy shook her head. “Nope. One, her legs matched. Two, it jiggled when she walked away.” They both laughed. I frowned. “Who are you talking about?” Amy smirked. “Some lady in a white T-shirt, jeans, and a silk scarf.” My stomach tightened. Aria. “Oh, well,” Talia said breezily, “I should’ve gotten her photo. That’s the BBL I want. And maybe an increase in my boobs.”

To finish her morning routine she walked towards her room to prepare some makeup, nothing too strong, a well done skin, a simple contour, an eyelash mask and a natural color lipstick to not be too forced. Now she was completely ready, she could go to the door, her entrance time was at eight, but on the first day the indication was to arrive earlier to register the fingerprint at the entrance of the building, looking at her cell phone she could see that she got ready incredibly fast, it was seven o'clock in the morning, she put her black leather backpack on her back and finally opened the door, meeting André standing there, he was apparently going to call her and that was really nice of him,

The one thing in this world that kept me breathing has been stolen from me. “Alpha Damon,” a voice called gently behind me, and I turned slowly, still half caught in the shadow of the grave I had been living in for a year. One of the elders stood in the doorway, bowing his head with the kind of respect men give when they are both loyal and afraid. He cleared his throat, clutching his hands together. “The Luna’s dress is ready. Everything has been arranged just as you commanded. The seamstresses have worked through the night. The colors are those you chose..white stitched with silver thread.

90 meters, their eyes piercing through the hall, their lips pressed, and their hair cut to its lowest. Then followed the White Witches of Panoma. They graced the venue in white robes that flowed to the ground, with purple belts respecting the day’s colors. Their hair was held up with silver ornaments, and golden bracelets hung on their wrists with different colored gems, indicating their ranks within their territory.

I was already too skinny, and my skin was too pale. After she placed the veil on my face, she scanned my clothes one more time. She had given me a costume that resembled Jasmine’s clothes in the story of Aladdin. Only mine were not harem pants but a long skirt with a long slit. My breasts were pushed up, and my stomach was exposed. I also had nothing underneath my skirt.

Chapter 38 Alaya's point of view I took the time to choose my outfit carefully. It was not a simple shopping: it was a breakaway, a time when I could breathe away from Santino. I had opted for a long ivory satin dress, slightly split on the side, with a thin golden belt that highlighted my waist. My hair was released, waving freely on my shoulders, and at my feet, nude heeled sandals that lengthened my legs. Amenda, faithful to herself, had released the heavy artillery: a tight black pencil skirt, a silky red blouse just what it needed, and assorted pumps that slammed on the ground with each step.

Vivian, still clad in her nightwear and hastily thrown-on kimono, swung the door open to find her mother standing before her. Regina, her mother, was impeccably dressed even in her active wear, a testament to her unwavering commitment to maintaining a polished appearance. She wore a sleek black workout top that hugged her figure, paired with matching leggings and pristine white sneakers. Her silver hair was styled flawlessly, and a hint of perspiration on her forehead suggested she had just returned from an intense workout session.