Tris Divergent Costume Novels & Stories

The belladonna drops were already working; the edges of the dress blurred and swam in her vision. "Put it on," Tristan said from the washbasin. He was shaving, the razor scraping against his jaw with a rhythmic shuck-shuck. "It’s indecent," Saoirse whispered, clutching her rough wool tunic. "It’s a costume," Tristan corrected, wiping soap from his face. He turned to look at her. He was dressed for war disguised as a party—black breeches, high polished boots, and a coat of deep charcoal velvet with silver buttons. He looked devastatingly handsome and entirely dangerous.

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.

In his hand, he held his trident, its prongs shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, reminiscent of Neptune's mighty weapon. As they stepped onto our shores, their body suits, crafted from a glorious, living material, glowed with a mesmerizing iridescence, reflecting the wearers' moods and emotions. Deep purples and turquoise hues predominated, with flashes of pink and sea green that seemed to pulse and swirl together, creating a mesmerizing effect. The colors shifted and flowed like the ocean's current, reflecting the wearers' emotions. Their long, raven-black hair cascaded down their backs in soft curls, with beautiful, shimmering aqua-blue highlights and tips, that dance in the sunlight.

It was indeed … a trap. Arth swallowed hard the lump on his throat. He could not believe that Tristan was a member of the Frostguarde. All five of them were dressed in cerulean-colored cloak, even the Divine Knight himself. One of them had a middle-aged face of a man, holding a long blue spear. Another member was a red-haired lady wielding a brown staff. That was all what Arth could notice, as his arms were already trembling with fear and exhaustion. Divine Knight Kael removed the hood of his cloak, revealing his black hair fixed backward. His lips formed a smirk as he looked at Arth, amused.

, the trio nodded and went to the huge closet to get dressed. Loralei wore a bright purple long sleeved dress, it matched her eyes perfectly. Jack wore a neon green shirt and slacks, the shirt made his eyes stand out even more. And Trent wore an orange shirt and slacks, his hazel eyes taking on a lighter color. They went to the living room where the rest of the family was gathered. Cora looked beautiful in her bright yellow dress, she had a necklace on which held her mates Moon Ring. They walked in silence for about fifteen minutes the pod following behind, a beautiful cave entrance with gems and jewels embedded into the walls greeted them. Poseidon stood at the entrance and led them deeper

"Positions, people." Trish moved to the edge of the pool deck facing the beach. Cara moved into position behind her, Cara's dress the same as Trish's, only pale aqua in color. Angie's dress was pale seafoam green. It occurred to Jessi that together, the dresses matched the color of the ocean beyond them. "Are you ready, Mom?" Adam wore wheat-colored linen slacks and a vest over his white shirt. His aqua tie matched Judd's and Alex's.

*Vivienne* The grip on Dominic’s ankle was absolute. Through the open hatch, I saw the tactical mask of Lucas’s diver break the surface of the black water, his gloved fingers digging into the fabric of Dominic's pants with terrifying strength. The current from the turbine below was pulling them both down, the dark water frothing violently around Dominic’s chest. "Vivienne, go!" Dominic roared, his fingers slipping against the wet edge of the iron hatch frame. I didn't run. I couldn't.

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

Trish was standing in front of the door dressed in a gorgeous long white dress with a heart neckline that dipped down a bit exposing a generous amount of her cleavage. Her hair was pulled back with designer pins into a tight bun and her makeup was flawless. She gathered the folds of her dress exposing her white shoes and smiled when she saw him. She then began marching towards him slowly with Dario holding her. He was equally dressed in a gold tuxedo. Dante's beating heart picked up its pace as he stared at the beautiful goddess standing at the doorway. She was dressed in an amazing flowing white dress. The dress was extremely long and well-fitted.

As Travis helps himself to repeat more, I apologize and head to the other room to prepare the fourth and last gift from him. He just finished wiping his mouth with his napkin and leaned back and sat in his chair as he slowly walked into the room. His eyes immediately widen and round and a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. Her gaze strays to the revealing strapless red dress I'm wearing, its hem is short enough to show a lot of thighs and legs and it's tight enough to show a lot of curves in all the right places, but what it does To this hot little number so significant (to him at least) is the long charcoal gray hair wig that I'm wearing to go with it.