Tris Divergent Outfit Novels & Stories

The Trio left my outfit for my Grand Ceremony here. The dress is very form-fitting and shows a lot of skin. It is intricately made from the jeweled bodice down to the oceanic wave hem. Hues of blue cascade down the dress ending in a dark purple-blue. I love it but I can not imagine how much it must have cost. The Trio have done so much already to try and right the wrongs of our pasts.

He loves me… But why does he still prefer Trisha? Why are they there when he loves me? I do not understand. I want to understand but he can’t give me an answer to the question why he can’t leave Trisha? After we had breakfast, we all headed straight to the sea. Everyone has their own swimwear. My two friends didn’t lose in their red criss cross bikini swimsuit and beach skirt for Reign and black cut-one shoulder bikini swimsuit for Kez. Trisha, on the other hand, wore a lilac self tie bikini swimsuit that further highlighted her white complexion.

He pocketed his small sketchbook. Julian wore only tight swim trunks and a tank top, his body a proclamation. The platinum band around his neck felt natural now, a badge. Chloe chose a barely-there silk sarong tied over a microscopic bikini, her collar gleaming. Alistair dressed in crisp khakis and a polo, the doctor’s uniform, his own collar a stark, thrilling contrast to his usual sterile attire.

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.

Rider replied, and my father nodded in approval, seeming satisfied with his response. “There they are!” A familiar voice spoke from behind us. We turned around to see Trish and Erik walking toward us, both smiling from ear to ear. “You look gorgeous, Sophia,” Trish said as he wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thank you, and so do you.” I smiled back. She was wearing a strapless burgundy colored dress with a slit up her thigh, and she really did look beautiful. “Good luck out there,” Erik said before he hugged Rider and me.

Eventhough he is small, he is agile that’s why he also became an undercover detective. “Are you all right in what you’re wearing?” Joseph was suddenly worried and his clothes that Travis was wearing now might have a strange smell. Fortunately, he likes to wear oversized t-shirts and pants. Another thing is that it is the trend now. Travis checked his own reflection in the mirror again. The three of them were now in the restroom and changed their clothes. “Another thing is that Jomar can’t pretend to be me because the person following me will notice us.” Joseph scratched his head again as he raised a leg.

"Your pussy may not be as tight as it used to be but that does not mean you're not good to fuck anymore... maybe we need to explore more sex position or use some toys to spice things up, wanna agree?" "Like I said, we have an agreement. Sorry Carlo, I really need to go now!" Tricia took a bath and then wore her revealing clothes and her pink handbag. Both Efron and Tristan were shocked to see her wearing those clothes. "What's with that revealing clothes, Tricia?" asked Tristan who was looking at her from head to toe, then bit his tongue.

Blake left the booth and held onto his chest. He didn’t know what was getting into him lately. He had always been reserved and a gentleman towards the opposite sex, but seeing the mother and daughter in swimwear was taking a toll on him. He had to go back into the small world and train his mind. Soon Claire called Blake again, and this time, she wore a light blue string triangle bikini but was more conservative in its appearance and had gold buds at the end of each string.

Distraction. I showered again—quick, hot, angry—then stood in front of the closet. I chose the orange bikini from yesterday, the one with the tiny triangles and thin ties. Over it, I wrapped a sheer sarong in matching sunset colors, knotting it low on my hips. Gold sandals. Hair loose and wild from the salt air. A little makeup—smoky eyes, glossed lips. I looked in the mirror and saw someone who looked confident, sexy, untouchable.

Yes, it really is big enough to get lost in. "Aha!" she yells triumphantly, appearing with a dress in her hands. It's gold, short and covered with sequins. I gawk at the dress and throw Trish an amused look. "How many prostitute costumes do you own?" Trish gasps, her eyes widening before she takes a second look at the dress. "Okay maybe you're right, only a little. This one is definitely a no." Trish grimaces before hanging the dress back up.