Tris Divergent Outfit Novels & Stories

Waiting to see me. I smoothed my palms down the deep, lustrous fabric of my gown, a cascade of emerald silk that flowed like liquid moonlight around me. It was simple in its design, yet undeniably regal, chosen by the triplets themselves with an intuitive understanding of what would best complement my newfound status. My mark—their mark, the intricate Luna insignia that pulsed with a quiet warmth—still tingled on the side of my neck, a subtle, constant reminder of our completed bond, a living proof etched onto my skin.

Chapter 67: I can't let it happen "What are you talking about?" Trixson yelled, her voice filled with anger, as she slammed her hand on the table. The sound echoed through the restaurant. For the first time, the ugly head of Trixson reared out of its golden cage in unfiltered rage. She wore a black, cross-back maxi dress that exposed her soft, fair skin in all its tenderness. Trixson's hair was styled in a bun, with curling strands falling on each side of her face. The contortion of her face made her look like a villain.

I made a mental note to go through the startup process later, eager to customize it with my favorite apps and settings. Next, I hung up the four new outfits I had selected during the day, specifically designed for both comfort and combat training at Alpha University. Each outfit was crafted to allow for maximum mobility while still looking stylish: a pair of lightweight joggers made from breathable fabric, a fitted athletic tank top that provided ease of movement, a long-sleeved performance shirt for cooler days, and a versatile zip-up hoodie that could transition effortlessly from training sessions to casual outings. I also carefully placed my new, sturdy combat boots beside them, eager to

He wore tailored, dark-blue swim trunks, a sight meant to be demanding, to force a response. Rubi, equal to the task, met his gaze, allowing her own inherent allure to radiate through her composure. She reached into her woven beach bag and pulled out the planned distraction: a vibrant, white and red polka dot bikini. It was simple, perfectly cut, and impossibly fetching—an innocent pattern draped over a body that suggested anything but innocence.

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.

Darius kissed her forehead before following me out of the room. “Did you pack the thing we got her?” I whispered to him. “Yes. Just hope she’ll wear it. It’s going to look fucking hot.” Darius sighed. We all collectively groaned, thinking of the swimsuit we bought her. “What is this?” Riko questioned, stepping into the room in the suit. Fuck, it looks even better than we hoped. My dick is already straining in my trunks. It's a one-piece with a cutout in the front and back with a drawstring detailing at the chest, putting her breasts on perfect display in vibrant forest green and black color combo.

It continued that night after they were done with their chores. She went to his room to call him out. He went into the bathroom and changed into new clothes. Tristan strutted into the room with a sense of confidence, wearing a bright green shirt that was several sizes too small, exposing his bulging biceps. He paired the shirt with a pair of ripped, bell-bottom jeans that were at least two decades out of fashion. To complete the look, he had adorned himself with a thick leather belt that had an enormous silver buckle that read "BAD BOY."

It was part of our itinerary. I am wearing a white shoulder dress, our clothes intended for scuba diving are in my tote bag. Aries is wearing a white polo shirt, the first three buttons of the shirt were opened, revealing his chiseled chest. He paired it with a beach board short with three lines on its side as a design. He was wearing a sunglass even though we're still inside. He quickly stood up when he saw me walking towards him. "Let's go?" he offered his hand.

“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.

Lucia defended, getting the cup from his hand. We're wearing dresses, a skin-tight one with a halter strap for Lucia, her pixie hair was highlighted with glitters and a maxi dress for me. Trevor was wearing a three-piece, Richard had a varsity jacket and cargo pants with a party hat on his head, no signs of dipping in the pool at any given moment. "Sullii~, this is for you!" I turned to my side to the glass window and saw Tripp diving into the swimming pool. My forehead knotted, and I hid my face in my palms because of embarrassment.