Tris Divergent Costume Novels & Stories

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.

She was grateful for it. The artist moved with precision, their hands light but purposeful as they worked. Adele barely glanced at her reflection. She had long since stopped finding comfort in mirrors. Instead, she stared past her own image, her thoughts tangled with dread. The dress she wore was a masterpiece, an off the shoulder gown of pure white, flaring at the hem with layers of silk and organza. Tiny diamond stones embroidered the fabric, catching the light in a way that seemed to mock her. Tris had chosen the gown, of course. Elena had paid for it.

The colour of the ocean. What fascinated me the most was the brown-skinned woman that was diving generous amounts of whips onto the skin of the dark-skinned man beneath her and planting kisses on them at the same time . She was wearing a black lace bra, and I wanted to gag at the thought of it. Then there were the people in costumes, like they had gone crazy or something. Some were wearing clown suits, others were naked, and others still were dressed in costumes that looked like medieval torture devices from the 1600s.

She heaved heavily then sipped her wine to let go of the uneasiness in her heart. “Well, well, well, you made it.” A vicious voice of a woman sounded beside her that made Arabella regain her senses. Trishia Meyer. She was wearing a white fitted mermaid cut gown. It had a deep V neck in front and back that exposed her big cleavage and naked behind. “Of course, I am an employee of the company.” Arabella replied confidently. “Okay. Enjoy the night. I hope you will enjoy tonight’s show.” Trishia provokingly laughed at her and gracefully moved forward passed by her.

It was a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and joy, with the people who loved Travis coming together to celebrate his life. At the table were Tamara and her husband, Jackson. Tamara was dressed as Madea, and her husband, Jackson, was wearing the signature attire of Professor Klump. They sat close, laughing and reminiscing with the others. Sade looked every bit the supermodel she was a voluptuous Wonder Woman in costume with her signature strut, turning heads as usual. Star, on the other hand, was channeling her inner Storm from X-Men, a fierce and striking presence at the table. Sade leaned in, teasing Star about her costume, but Star just gave her a playful look, her white wig flowing dramatical

I clear my throat and cough to get us back on track, flipping through the clothes quickly to find a better outfit for her. Together, Tris and I pick out the perfect everything: swimsuit, swim cap, flip-flops, and goggles—a perfect set. She is absolutely adorable! I want to pinch her cheeks and tell her she looks perfect. However, I’m still very much a stranger to this little girl. I don’t have that relationship to be able to do that. Tris checks herself out in the mirror, swinging her hips back and forth to examine her entire look. She looks satisfied with our choices and smiles at her reflection.

"I made the sashes myself." Carly’s eyebrow cocked as she studied the Treat costume. The cups on the bikini-style top looked like white frosting, with two faux red gumdrops attached right at the nipples. The bikini bottom was also solid white, with a design printed right over the crotch: a 3-inch-tall piece of candy corn, its triangle shape mimicking the triangle of pussy hair underneath. The outfit also came with red-and-white striped thigh-highs. Plus, of course, the pink satin sash reading “TREAT.”

Triss responded and I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed the door open. Triss was leaning over Jonathan in what I wouldn’t even call clothes, her cleavages were open and the supposed gown she was supposedly wearing if she merely bent a little, I would be able to see her panties. Triss immediately turned to me and there was shock and then she skillfully folded her arms, wearing a mocking smile.