Violet Parr Outfits Novels & Stories

Because it really embarrass her. Then when she arrived in front of the mirror she felt that her appearance did not match. She was wearing a brown dress that was a bit wrinkled from the long journey. Violet opened the chest, she was about to change into her travel clothes with something prettier. She chose there are some dresses there. And she opted for an evening dark blue embellished with beautiful vines embroidered with silver thread. The girl cleverly took off her brown dress and put on the blue one. The dress adhered perfectly to her slender body. Violet combed her hair and put on some perfume.

“And the power that was used to protect all of us was already out of the palace.” “What is the power?” I asked, and she looked at me like I was stupid. “Violet,” she answered for me with a harsh tone. She shut her book and crossed her hands over her chest. It was the first time I was noticing what she was actually putting on. She was putting on a dark green dress that exposed a bit of skin. The old one was known for putting on a long, flowing white gown. If we were going to have a fashion tip from the priestess, I didn’t think I had a problem with it.

Violet’s POV I stood in the middle of my room in nothing but my underwear, staring at the pile of Hunt gear like it had personally betrayed me. Black reinforced leather pants which were tight enough to make breathing optional. A cropped, sleeveless top made of some kind of weird animal-scale weave that clung to every curve and left my midriff completely bare. Arm guards etched with runes that glowed faintly when I flexed, thigh holsters and knee-high boots with hidden blades in the soles.

replied Zack. The door of Violet's room opened. She wore high heels, and a red topcoat plus the sunglasses only added to her charm. She was looking like a completely different person but with the same calm aura and expression. "Is that really you Violet?" Ken was surprised. "She is looking sassy," Zack thought gazing at her. "Zack you can gaze at her later, tell me isn't she looking different" Ken asked. "Yeah but kind of the same as before..." Zack replied.

She felt nothing though. "Am I dead?" She blinked her eyes and looked around again. “I guess not. Neither heaven nor hell looks like this. And besides, you don't dress up like this after you die. Wait! The clothes? Why am I in these clothes?!” Violet's eyes widened because she was clad in all leather clothes like a warrior's. A short, sleeveless top revealed her toned midriff and belly button while for the bottom she had glistening leather pants. Strapped to her back were a bow and a quiver of arrows as well.

I steered us first to the children’s section, figuring finding clothes for Violet would be the easiest. “Are you sure this is okay?” Ivy asked in a whisper as I picked up an adorable blue floral print dress that would make Violet’s eyes pop. “Of course it is. You both need clothes. We won’t send you off without at least the basics. Don’t fret so much. We’ll get about five outfits for the both of you and then the staples like underclothes and shoes.” I outlined.

I say, furrowing my eyebrows at her question, "My room is bare and I want things that I like to decorate it." Hestia's expression softens, "Well you should have told me. We would have come here first if I had known. I don't know anything about you Violet. I hate to admit it, but I had assumed you were like all the other girls Anthony has encountered. Hence the reason why I took you into those clothing stores in the first place." I pick up the pajama set from the shelf beside me, "Would any of those girls like this talking cactus?" Hestia laughs, "Not at all. It's good to know that you aren't like those other girls at all."

Violet sighed as she sat plainly before her mirror, watching as she was being transformed into a beautiful damsel. She was radiant, beauty radiated from her body. Her sweet fragrance filled the room as they applied more of the perfume and makeup on her. “Peach, I love that fragrance.” Her mom said ecstatically as she made her way into the dressing room. Violet’s eyes didn’t trail off the mirror and even when her mom came closer, she didn’t care to look at her mom that had walked inside her room, she was very much displeased. Her mom sighed because she knew why Violet’s face was like that.

He smirked, making me smile. "Touch me with it again, and I am going to kill you with it!" I grinned slowly, my mind racing with ways to make the bastard cry for his mommy. "Eyes on me, Hugo," Violet commanded, turning slowly. I eyed her in her prim and proper attire; her hair scraped back as she fiddled with her pearls, most likely to fit in with whatever comity she was trying to work her way onto. "Usually a dominatrix wears latex or leather, V.. pearls and frills ain't their usual get up!" I continued looking at her. "You look like my nan threw up on you!" I added with a dry chuckle.

Nina says as she brings out a green flowered dress, it's skimpy and hot. "This is mine, I'll be Poison Ivy." She grins. "And, I'll be Harley Queen." Violet says with excitement as she brings out a blue and red body hug gown, with blue and red booth, a black shinny belt which has 'pudding' inscribed on it, and a platinum with, with blue and red on the edges. "Wow." Lola whispers. I giggle "I'll be Corpse Bride.", and they stare as I bring out the creepy white gown, flower view and a new set of makeup.