Prim Everdeen Costume Novels & Stories

So I can find him easily. I blinked a few times and scratched my head. I didn’t bother questioning her strange energy anymore and just focused on her question. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder, why does she need to know what Zephyr’s wearing? Even though I was confused, I answered anyway. Most of my kids’ clothes looked the same since they always wanted to match—quadruplets’ rule, as they say. Except for Zebe, who wore dresses. “Black shorts and an Iron Man shirt.”

Even Narendra was shocked too. At first, Danyel did not notice this because he was already shocked by how wrong his predictions were. He felt like he could actually see Gianna’s sparkling aura. Though she was wearing a purple and blue dress with long sleeves and had waist-length hair with some braids, something told that she was no ordinary princess. The jewelry did not go along well with her personality as if saying they were not her thing. She did not need them. She was already shining. In her eyes, there was a gaze of a fearless fighter, and looking from afar, she replicated the rising sun.

he said, stretching out on the couch. "Cool. I’ll hit up Hayden." I shot Hayden a text about the party, but—surprise, surprise—no response. He was probably busy or just straight-up ignoring his phone like usual. After chilling with Finley for a bit, I called it a night and headed back to my room. Lying in bed, I pulled up I*******m and P*******t, scrolling through futuristic costume ideas. After what felt like forever, I finally found the one—a sick-ass silver outfit with holographic details, inspired by Nova from Cybernetic Dawn. It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off.

It was still her first try and Dune still has a lot more days to train her so she's not that bothered. "My lady, good night." "Night, Holly." The door of her room closes. Evy waited for a few minutes. She heard nothing but the echoing of her breathing. Making sure she was totally alone, she sits up and began changing her clothes. Reaching under all the dresses in her wardrobe, she takes out a dark blue attire that consists of a protective covering on her chest, a leather binder, and a vest. After that, she wraps her hands and arms with bandages to hide her skin and wears some short pants and another leather bind to protect some of her skin. She puts on a lighter cape over her head to cover h

Was there something wrong with the babies or was Ron really not human? He decided to bring up the topic but before he could, they sensed a familiar presence approaching. “Enjoying the party?” Princess Mariel asked, her voice gentle as she smiled at them. She was dressed in a radiant in a pale blue gown that shimmered like morning frost. Her silver hair was left loose, flowing down her back like a curtain of moonlight. Tiny sapphire pins sparkled like stars scattered through her strands, and a delicate necklace of white opals adorned her collarbone.

Morph also had to send a message to Eliana who would in turn seek permission on our behalf. Eliana's message came in an hour later after Vivi and Nyx had placed me in a soft royal blue dress that caressed the floors as I walked. It had long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that revealed a bit of cleavage and a little swell of my breasts. It hugged my upper body and flowed downwards. It made me feel like a blue princess of some sort as Nyx braided my hair into a crown atop my head and placed silver earrings and pendant on me. I had no idea where she had gotten all those things from because I had not glimpsed any fancy clothes in those bags. Not to speak of the silver shoes she gave to me.

It also cascaded to her chest like a waterfall of ink. Moreover, the child was simply exquisite. Everything about her screamed like she was a mannequin doll carved from the finest marble the greatest artist could find. Her demeanor also suited the look, her placid eyes of the lightest blue piercing through the darkness like beacons. As for her clothes, she only donned a simple purple sweater and white warmer leggings. This child… she was every inch of perfection that one would expect from someone in the Pearce family.

A circle of silver leaves and blue gemstones graced his head, emphasizing his princely status. Alora, the birthday princess, was dressed in a gown that resembled a starry night sky. Her dress featured layers of dark blue and navy fabric that seemed to twinkle with tiny, embedded moonstones. The bodice was adorned with delicate silver and sapphire sequins, mimicking a celestial canopy. A silver tiara, adorned with small crystal stars, graced her head, making her appear as if she were the queen of the night. Her hair was expertly styled in a French braid that framed her face and led to a bun at the back, creating an intricate and ethereal look.

I don’t really know, but I didn’t plan to risk my baby’s life, so yes, I’ll try to be a good little girl. One of the main ones was my appearance. I had to wear a dress that would hide my stomach. I had to wear contacts, scent disguiser, and a wig too. He didn’t want me to look like me, even though I’d be in a mask. So, I had decided to channel Mama, choosing a red wig, green contacts, and red lipstick. The dress I ended up settling for was a sparkly black mini dress with sheer full sleeves that were cinched at the wrist. It had a plunging neckline and a ruffled skirt that hid my minion away. It was one of the dresses Winona had purchased. Damn, that woman was amazing. She was my very own sho

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr