Perona Outfit Novels & Stories

Gia's PoV My nerves had been on edge since they left. I could feel my power humming beneath my skin. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself. To kill time, I started organizing my clothes. Mama had brought me more, and they were still packed away. Most of them were brand-new pieces from Leanne Wayne, her fashion brand. They were exquisite. A hot-pink dress caught my eye, probably from her latest collection for younger women. I tried it on. It fit like a glove, though it felt a little too short since I’m on the taller side. Serenya is shorter than I, but she has killer curves. This dress would probably look indecent on her. I chuckled.

Delila stares towards the foyer as well, following my gaze. I watch as Ciro along with his female Milena walk out of the packhouse. He is dressed in our traditional attire, which consists of a white shirt, black slacks, and a sleeveless coat known as a jeleks. He looks as dashing as ever, and Milena, she looks like a Goddess in those traditional clothing of ours. She is dressed in a black flowing skirt plaited in embroidered linen, with tkanice wrapped around her waist serving as a belt. Her waist is wrapped with an apron designed especially for a Luna, adorned and hand embroidered with floral motifs. The Luna embroiders the apron for her successor herself. The blouse she is wearing is in th

“But I’d love to see whatever that purple thing is that’s suiting you right now.” I blush, unable to hide my pleasure at his words. I back up slowly on the bed, revealing the spaghetti-strapped one-piece body suit I have on. It’s made of light purple lace all down the front, cupping my breasts, my nipples dark beneath the sheer panels of the corset. Cut outs scatter across the midsection making thin panels, tapering as it finishes in a thong that plunges to my pussy, which I realize is now throbbing slightly at the look of my shirtless mate. Perrin has gone silent on the phone, his eyes intent.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

The outfit was already laid out on the bed, chosen two days ago after a lengthy discussion between Helena, Mara and Serra who had apparently strong opinions about Council chamber optics. A structured blazer in deep burgundy with subtle black pinstripes, tailored so precisely it could have been cut around my body specifically. High-waisted wide-leg trousers in matching burgundy that broke perfectly over black pointed heels. A simple black silk blouse underneath, the collar just visible above the blazer’s lapels. It was so powerful in a way that didn’t need to announce itself. Helena dressed me with the focused attention of someone constructing armor because that’s exactly what she was doing.

Perci heaved a deep breath, it was too simple. "This is the last one. Make up your mind. I'm tired, Perci." She is wearing a Felicity midi puff sleeve dress. It was simple and conservative, yet it looked so sexy when Cali wore it. He called the sales associate and paid using his black card. "Pack those remaining four and this one she is wearing right now." The woman approached Cali to scan the tag attached to her dress. She will not remove it. Perci had paid for it, and it will be her outfit upon meeting the production team. Then, they head back to the parking area.

“And I am quite offended that you are not eager to settle this business.” Petr had on a pristine black suit over a white soft silk shirt, with matching trousers and black shoes. His gold cufflinks gleamed under the evening setting sun. His Luna, Olga had on a cream soft long-sleeved shirt tucked in a maroon baggy suit pants and cream-coloured heels. Her blonde-white hair was severely pulled back in a long ponytail, revealing her almost picture-perfect face. “I have a lot of unfinished business, you might want to be specific,” Issa replied casually.

She asked him to gain his attention but still his gaze didn't waver to her. "Third and seventh frock from the first section, a peach coloured one-piece dress from forth section, a dark blue colored jeans from second section which had a three cm cut at the knee area, a orange colored top from fifth section with small detailings of handwork and a pajama set which had cherry design on it." He said I'm going to make all of the people around him confused including the sales girl. "Pardon me, sir?" She asked him with utter confusion on her face.

Her fiery spirit was reflected in every detail of her appearance, making her stand out from the crowd. Ratna, renowned for her poise and grace, looked breathtaking in a floor-length black gown—the luxurious fabric draped beautifully around her slender frame, creating a striking silhouette. The gown's rich hue contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and striking features, emphasising her natural beauty. Each woman's outfit choice reflected their style and personality, making them a captivating and remarkable sight.

the omega said, about to turn away with the dress. “I don’t want to insult my mother-in-law after just one day,” Panya said, smiling. Panya took her Egyptian dress off and took the Edwardian-styled dress from the omega. “First we need to put on your undergarments,” the omega said, turning to the wardrobe, “There are a few items in this wardrobe that were preselected for you.” After putting the undergarments on that amused Panya as they didn’t wear undergarments in Egypt, the omega helped her with her dress that didn’t really need any help.