Tvd Costumes Novels & Stories

She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume. I quickly shift my gaze to the other side of the room, my eyes find my Talitha. Yes, Talitha, there is no sign of Tiana in her eyes today. Perhaps it's the Harley Quinn costume sponsoring her carefree-about-to-fucking-release-my-demons face but still, she looks trigger happy.

I adjusted the video speed and made sure to watch each of the men carry each box off the ship onto the docks. Then I caught it. A man, or rather, the back of a man. The workers were all putting on rugged clothes. Dirty armless tops, cheap jackets and the likes. But this guy, whoever he was, was putting on a tuxedo. In fact, it was the same brand as the one I was putting on. I paused the video and showed it to Mathew. “Who is he?” I asked in a stern tone. Mathew shook his head frantically. “I…I don't know, sir.”

what bad luck’ she cursed Tazz looked extremely stylish and sexy in his midnight blue waistcoat, his tuxedo was with her, unlike the normal combo, he had it paired with a deep red shirt “trust Tazz to stand out in the crowd,” Mahira thought as she sighed looking at how handsome he was, instantly the memories of what happened back at room came rushing to her and she looked away. “He he, Mr. Jindal, its such a pleasure to see you in such close proximity,” Manager Nair said excitedly

“I did, actually. He should be here soon.” Betty raised an eyebrow at me. “Who is it?” Before I could answer, Tina emerged from behind the changing screen, dressed in our female outfit—a plaid skirt and vest set with a structured white blouse underneath. She looked absolutely stunning, the wool fabric both hugging her curves in all the right places and puffing out in all of the right areas. The pleated skirt that I had painstakingly made last-minute looked perfect on her; I couldn’t have been happier. “Tina, you look amazing!” I gushed, running up to her.

Too perfect. Each team split off in different directions, casual in appearance. Trevor had ordered everyone to dress in clean, human attire—jeans, hoodies, sneakers—nothing that would betray who they were. Weapons were hidden in belt loops, pant legs, or tucked under jackets. Silver, wolfsbane, nightshade. Enough to protect themselves, not start a war.

The guys will change in a different room. The spacious room was packed with shelves, and two doors led onto a walk-in wardrobe where costumes hung on rods. Silva took a drawer from a chest at one end of the closet. "It's time to go back to a simpler time when men wore the pants in the family." Ravena gave a shake of her head. "They still think they do." She took off her sweater and loosened her bra. She'd never expected to wear a corset again after ditching hers in the Victorian era.

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

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.

It was a win. After all of their shenanigans, they all tried on several suits. Julius would model and wink discretely at Rosalie who was really enjoying the view. They chose a classic tuxedo cut with a vest and pocket watch accent- that was Violets idea. It gave a very classic distinguished look.

The cameramen were taking shots of everything, I was all dressed up along with Tana and Ima and even Igho. The dress code was dark green and gold, so being part of the Aso ebi, I wore a laced, dark green off shoulder dress, with a slit in front, stopping near my thigh, typical body con(hugged my curves and all),with gold coloured high heeled shoes,pumps to be exact, and a headgear to match. My hair extension stood in a ponytail behind the head gear. Tana wore something similar, only that the slit was behind her dress unlike mine.