Prim Everdeen Costume Novels & Stories

They are currently hunting the box down as it got tossed in storage somewhere. Amara has paired her dress with simple sapphire blue flats and a simple silver necklace with a blue teardrop gem. I notice Lana in a princess costume. It’s a pink and gold dress that looks like it came from a Ren Faire complete with a gold jeweled tiara and shiny gold kid dress up heels. She beams a smile at me. “Daddy!” She screams, bouncing over to me. “Um, do I want to know why she is in a princess dress?” I ask, mind linking Amara.

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

“What’s happening here?” Platinum, who was the frontmost of the three who had just teleported, asked. She was currently in her human form which had a white skin, silver blue hair and dress, and a pair of green eyes with a vertical slit as their pupil. The other two were Guinevere and Raisya. Guinevere was wearing her usual elven royal outfit that was green as a base with white and yellow decorations and ornaments. Her silver violet hair was braided around her head and decorated with a crown on top. Her eyes were brown and almost shaped.

I don’t know what that means. I’m standing in front of my closet trying to find something that says I tried but not too hard, when Vanya shows up in this audacious Wonder Woman costume. The costume is practically a dare: gold-trimmed corset barely clinging to her ribcage, high-cut bottoms showing off legs which she knows are her best feature, and a tiara angled like she’s halfway through a bender. She added glitter, of course. There’s always glitter. “Whoa.” I blink. “We’re wearing costumes?”

With my current situation, I would never be able to make his heart surrender to me. "You're right, Jessy. I have to control myself," I said, turning to Jessy. "Thank you. What would I do without you?" I hugged Jessy tightly. "Oh, you poor girl," Jessy hugged back tightly. Following Jessy's instructions, I dressed as best as I could. I wore a hot pink tweed blazer suit, a white bustier, and thigh-high shorts in matching pink colors. I completed my outfit with a small white bag and white high-heeled shoes. Not forgetting large gold hoop earrings and a gold lariat choker necklace as accessories.

Maybe in a few days, everything will be balanced again. Primrose changed into a short black two-piece dress with glitter, hugging every curve of her body and letting her soft black hair down. She deliberately wore heavier makeup than usual, put on striking red lipstick, and also chose a perfume with a stronger and more seductive scent than the usual light scent.

"Your Majesty, the werewolves have arrived and they are planning to invade our kingdom!" Queen Elizabeth came outside wearing her curved royal crown that is made from silver with gold gildings. With an emerald gemstone in the center. Her long gown is made of silk and also rich in velvet covered by luxurious tunic and also contained embroidered lace and gems. Her necklace and earing are also made of gold that made her look so elegant. Not too long, Princess Olivia and Zendaya came out of the castle. Both of them wear tunics, purple gowns and six-strand necklaces.

he said. “You’ll be needing this,” Travis said, holding out a mesh bag. I assumed this was my costume, including Ruth’s specially designed top and avoided looking at it until I was in the ladies’ toilets. I nearly freaked when I took out the strappy harness bralette with contrast lace, featuring small O-rings, though I could hardly object to a generous amount of cleavage in this kind of environment. The wraparound mini skirt reached to mid thigh which I supposed was something. I told myself I liked purple but it hardly helped. The only other women present were likely to be the ‘exploitees’ as I had dubbed them. I really hoped I wouldn’t be joining them.

She walked out of her room – half-dressed and half-asleep– dragging her little backpack behind her as if it had insulted her ancestors. “What’s a jellybean?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Exactly,” I said, lifting the princess dress. “How about this?” She shook her head, made a face. “Too itchy.” “Okay,” I muttered, tossing it aside. I pulled out a gold vest with some fake coins sewn into the hem. “What about a merchant pirate? It’s original. Slightly dramatic. Like someone who yells ‘Arrgh’ but also manages a small business.”

This morning, though, the fragile peace shattered. “You are not going,” Draken said, voice low and final. We stood in the middle of my chambers. I was already dressed for the tea — a deep forest-green gown with silver threading along the sleeves and hem, high-collared to hide most of the bite mark. The fabric was heavy but elegant, the kind of thing that reminded me I was no longer just Ava from the South. Maya had woven my hair into a simple braid, leaving a few loose strands to soften the look.