Tris Prior Costume Novels & Stories

You left him before because Travis loved Mayell so much. But...why does Trish seem to be protecting her brother? I'm confused. She doesn't like Mayell, what happened in the past year? Next Day… My feet hurt already. We've been practicing since earlier for the fashion show. I don't know what kind of models they hired. Are they professionals? We've been rehearsing repeatedly, and I'm getting tired of what they're doing!

She’d have to search it on the internet and try to work it out. “F-king Triquetra,” she muttered under her breath as she realized that she couldn’t wear any of her corsets or bras as they’d rub against the tattoos. “F-king f-k f-kers,” she muttered as she pulled on a camisole and then tore open the costume packaging, shaking out the velvet dress. “Alright, that’s sort of cute,” she held it up against herself.

He asked, nodding his head at Trinity. "Sure, right away. " Candice nodded, quickly scurring away to go find some clothes. "Looks like you gave the poor girl the shock of her life." Trinity chuckled lightly. "Yeah, looks like I did." Dmitri agreed with a light laugh, watching as Trinity took in the shop's posch interior with eager eyes. "This place looks really expensive." Trinity commented almost absent mindedly as she fingered a navy blue gown adorned by a mannequin, admiring its smooth texture.

Chase said as he walked out the door. I was able to arrange my room in a short while cause of my witch powers. I had a rushed bath then dresses in to a black boyfriend jeans and a black tank top, my hair was made into a ponytail and I wore my black vans to match. I quickly sprayed myself with scent covering perfume to disguise my witch scent.

They were risking everything. “We can’t take the clothes. The alpha will know—” Tobias shook his head. “The alpha ordered us to bring you something to change into. There will be a ‘trial’ tomorrow.” He air-quoted the word trial. “He doesn’t want you in your ascension clothing. Coraline got these together for you and the others.” He paused, then lifted his head and called out to Damien, forcing a casual tone. “She wants to talk to you about some magazines that were apparently left out.”

Until the corridor wrapped its arms around her like the mother who no longer could. She was eighteen when Trisha was named heir. They stood side by side on the dais, both cloaked in silver, though Trisha’s gleamed with golden thread and a sapphire brooch fastened above her heart. Trixie wore no sigil. Just fabric. Just form. Just a shadow beside a star. “Don’t be upset,” Trisha whispered behind her smile. “This was always going to be my path. You’re not... equipped for it.” Trixie kept her eyes forward.

I opened the door and got out. “Let’s go shopping for costumes next week.” Trish pressed the ignition button, and the car roared back to life once again. “If I can stand your fashion, then you can bet your arse I am your friend. Right now, it’s hard to guess since you’re wearing a T-shirt and jeans.”