Tris Divergent Costume Novels & Stories

No time to dye Jerica’s hair black like we’d planned for Trixie, but at least I could make her less recognizable. When I dragged her to the bathroom, she was still limp from the wolfsbane. I stripped off her costume and makeup, changed her into plain black leggings and a hoodie from the emergency bag, and brushed out her hair. With one firm snip, I cut it all to her shoulders. “No chance I’m letting those pigs get a peep show,” I muttered, dragging her limp body back out.

So perhaps, Tricia wasn't the devoted housewife she portrayed, after all. At around two in the afternoon, Tricia strolled out of the house, dressed to kill, in a sexy, scandalously short, royal blue, fitted dress with silver hooker heels. Her long blonde mane was curled and styled to compliment her slutty attire perfectly. Cassie's jaw hit the floor. It was a complete and shocking transformation from the jeans and t-shirt, Tricia normally wore, and if Cassie recalled correctly, the dress that just barely covered Tricia's cooter was among the photos of provocative attire that Jason provided.

I stood in the center of the living area, looking at the reflection of the woman in the glass. Tristan had left this "outfit" for me on the bed as Natalie had said. It was a dark emerald bikini, barely more than a few scraps of silk, covered by a knee-length white kimono dress that was so sheer it was practically a suggestion. It was a costume designed for one purpose: to remind me that I was no longer a person, but a view. The first day I stayed all alone. He didn't return and I didn't know where he had gone and didn't care. It was when I woke up the next day that saw a note beside the bedside phone that I was supposed to call him when I had settled in.

“Uhm, can someone please tell Mrs. Colton not to go around unaccompanied? She might get lost in my maze of dresses…” “Oh, please, I can hunt Wolfram in the forest with his gear on.” Trisha’s voice came from one side. She was carrying two dresses: one was a thick princess dress, while the other was a custom design on display. “Here, here, call your designer who made these.” Delta walked toward her and collected the dress, seeing the perfect thickness and silhouette on the princess dress. However, she seemed to like the bodice of the custom one. Then it clicked in her.

Especially when it came to Tristan. The minutes stretched, thick and heavy. Just when my patience was about to snap, a figure emerged from the front door. Tristan. He had changed, cleaned himself up, as instructed. He was dressed in an all-white outfit: a sleeveless muscle tee hoodie and white sweatpants. The fabric clung to his sexy, athletic frame in a way that should have looked casual, but on him, it was almost angelic. He looked impossibly innocent, a stark contrast to the wanton creature who had screamed my name just an hour ago.

As Dylan barged into Travis's room, the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise, and he almost jumped out of his seat at the sight of his best friend's angry expression. For a moment, Travis was speechless, unsure of how to react to Dylan's sudden appearance. Travis was wearing a long, flowing tunic made of a rough, beige-colored fabric that looked like it had been woven by hand. The tunic was belted at the waist with a length of rope, and it hung loosely over his lanky frame. His trousers were made of a similar material and were tucked into tall leather boots that reached up to his knees.

Mason did the same, their identical powerful bodies making Trinity’s mouth go dry. "Take off the dress, baby girl," Marcus ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We want to see what’s ours." Trinity’s hands trembled as she obeyed, pulling the ruined sundress over her head. She was completely naked now except for the thin silver necklace she always wore. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her nervous breathing, pink nipples stiff in the cool air. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but Mason gently but firmly pulled them away.

"This pink would look great on you." The fabric is fitted, sequins designed to have eyeson every aspect of my body, exposing my flesh to the hounds. I didn't like the idea, nor do I like the pink. Of course the wolf girl assumes I'm interested in whatever 'costume' I'll have to wear in the morning, like I actually care about this forced marriage. "Maybe yellow? I think the lemon yellow will suit you perfectly!" Triss gushes, holding yet another shred of fabric against my exposed bra.

One of Tristan's men stood there, holding out a package. "Sir Tristan wants you to have this," he said, his voice cold. I took the package, confused. What was this? He spoke again. "He said you need to be ready by two.” " O-oh,” I managed to reply before he turned and left. I went back inside, tore open the package. Three boxes were stacked inside. I picked the first one. Inside was a long wine-colored gown with a high slit, thin sleeves, roses stitched on one arm, and gold stones glittered everywhere. "Woah," I gasped. It looked amazing.

Brynn had one in the necklace they loaned her. Tris was not entirely excited about this mission because she was unable to accompany her daughter, but she swore that she would watch over Mira for us. We would be home before bedtime if all went well, but we had to be prepared for anything. “You two look like a million bucks,” Diego said as he appraised our suits. I was wearing a tailored black suit with pure gold cufflinks. The gray tie had a diamond encrusted V on it to symbolize the Veritas pack.