Tris Divergent Outfit Novels & Stories

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

Our first trinay is the now popular off shoulders dress, there's color red, navy blue, gray, yellow, black and white but we decided to get the color black and fit it together. "Sissy, are you okay?" Aria asked me from the other fitting room I smiled before staring at my naked body in the mirror inside the fitting room. 'Perfectly fit' I said to myself and I am sure Aria is also fit. "Yes." I answered him and we went out together to see each other, luckily there was another mirror outside that was bigger so we could see both of our clothes. But my smile immediately disappeared when I saw Aria. The dress doesn't fit her, in fact it's too loose

the second we finished yoga, clapping like we were toddlers and she’d just invented recess. “Swimsuits, everyone! Family games. No excuses.” Dad was already in navy trunks, floating on an inflatable raft with a beer, looking blissfully ignorant of the current running beneath the surface. Victoria wore a teal one-piece with strategic cutouts—elegant, athletic, somehow still editorial-ready. I’d slipped a black bikini under my cover-up—simple triangle top, high-waisted bottoms that hugged the curve of my hips. Hair still in the loose knot from yoga. Sunglasses hiding where my gaze kept drifting.

Trish exclaimed as she went to take her purse. She was looking really beautiful too. She had on a light blue off-shouldered striped dress. Along with it, she wore her mother's gold necklace which she had gifted her. It's really precious for her. She wore gold studs in her ears and her eye make up was sofisticated. She put on beige lipstick and light blush-on. Her curly brown hair were in a nice bunch with a few bangs left outside. She wore beige colored pointed heels. She was looking very pretty.

It caught the afternoon light as I tilted my head, shimmering with an ethereal glow. I decided to keep the outfit simple and comfortable for my petite frame, a "casual-chic" mask for the predator underneath: A snug white crop top that showed just a sliver of skin. High-waisted, light-wash denim shorts that hit mid-thigh. A soft cream cardigan draped loosely over my shoulders, slipping off one side in that effortless way I liked. Classic white sneakers for the inevitable walking, a small black crossbody bag, and my favorite oversized tortoiseshell sunglasses perched atop my head. "Wow... you look breathtaking," Tristan breathed when I rejoined him. His mouth actually hung open for a second, h

It was the fabric of our supposed gear, folded neatly in stacks. Murmurs broke out around me, only growing louder as Rochwall reached for one and held it up for us to see. It was a jumpsuit with a lightning bolt on the chest and a gold belt around the waist. Simple, clean, but beautiful in my eyes because it meant something. “At least it looks better than the blue from last year,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Trinity saw a picture and said it looked like a trash bag.” I let out a small puff of laughter. I remembered what Dylan’s looked like from last year, as I had also seen it in a picture, and this one wasn’t half as bad. If she had given the other one an F, she would give this one a C.

she demanded. "No, I haven't had a chance to play for a while. I didn't think I deserved to anyway, not until things got fixed." Kanda all but whispered the words. Unfortunately for him, Trisha was not paying too much attention. Trisha turned her avatar around as she studied the blood-red dress and the leather straps that went with it, barely covering her avatar's chest. "I never would have even bought this," she mumbled. A mail icon lit up at the bottom of her screen and glowed. The little digit on it that said one steadily climbed until it reached the hundreds digit. "What is going on?" Trisha demanded.

“ I’ve been swimming here for decades." The five of them stood by the banks fully dressed except for Jake who was eager to dive into the water. He was wearing an orange boxers which served as a make-do swimming trunks. The other exception was Tisha who was wearing a blue bikini that was a bit too revealing. The boys had a hard time staring at her revealed curves.. not that she cared anyway. “I would have loved to dive in.” Tomiwa said. “ But I didn’t bring any swimsuit.”

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.

As I look at the three of them, I can tell that Tristin has dressed them in pale green to match her own outfit. A glance at the green accents on Alden’s suit suggest that he’s part of their group as well. I look down at myself, dressed in sapphire blue. Perhaps she’s sending me a message about exactly who belongs in this family. “Welcome,” Tristin says, her voice cold. She looks me up and down with distaste. I sigh, seeing that this isn’t going to be an easy road.