White Robe Tiktok Novels & Stories

He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window. “You got to be kidding me!” The palace female Omegas had just rolled out a red carpet, graced with rose petals. At the end of it, two others held an elegant 'robe', which had embroideries at its front, so skillfully made. I knew that robe although this one's a lot sophisticated and made for royalty, I do know it. Everyone from this pack would identify this robe with just a glance. “That's a fucking wedding robe!” I lamented. This shit is real. I'm getting married.

“Your auction begins tonight at 8 p.m. A private car will collect you at 7:30. Wear only the white silk robe provided. No underwear. No jewelry. Hair down. Makeup minimal—natural beauty preferred.” The robe arrived that afternoon in a sleek black box tied with a blood-red ribbon. When I slipped it on, the silk was so thin it felt like a whisper against my skin. It clung to the full curves of my breasts, the hem ending just below the swell of my ass. Every movement made the fabric shift, teasing my nipples into tight peaks and brushing maddeningly against my bare pussy. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes wide with a mixture of

Where I used to stand and pray for the chance to right the wrongs done to me. “Think you need to get changed,” Robyn smiled. “I don’t think taking over in a pair of mens pyjamas really sets the tone,” as I try to stretch my arms out to jab her in her riding seat. “Oh and I left you sleeping at the last village. A shitload of rope and black paint and brushes, just as you asked for.” “You’re amazing, you know.” Allowing the horses to rest, Robyn grabbed a sack from the buggy. “I hope it fits,” she fussed as I stepped into the open corset, silver ribbons waiting to be tied to bind a stunning white and silver gown.

“It was nice to meet you!” I can barely form a response. I’m too busy scanning over her in a panic. Her body is clad in a tiny, white, lacy dress covered by an equally tiny, white silk robe. The pure color contrasts greatly against her mane of striking, bright, red, wavy hair. It’s then that my eyes settle on it. My savior. The damn lifeline that I have been waiting for. A pretty red rose hanging out of the little pocket on her silky robe.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

"What's this?" "A robe and a towel," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Go put it on, and wrap the towel around your head—like you just came out of the shower. You need it for the next setup." I want to ask why, but he turns back to his camera, dismissing me. Sighing, I head to the restroom, swap my tee for the robe, and leave my shorts on. No way I’m flashing anyone today. I get the answer to the question I wanted to ask when I head back to the studio to find Levi shirtless, wearing only a thin shorts made from the same silky fabric.

Dom’s POV “You’re still wearing the robe.” She whispered. ‘Seems to me the little witch wants to play.” Amos purred. The robe slid off of my shoulders with ease and levitated out of the water, leaving me stark naked. I looked at her both aroused and impressed. “The robes have earths properties.” She answered my unasked question. Her eyes took me in, landing on my sheet of tattoos that covered one side of my chest and arm. I stepped closer to her, gently gripping her hip, pulling her towards me. Her breath caught.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.

Talia emerges from the dressing room in a puff of pink tulle, sparkles, and righteous indignation. “I look like a cupcake,” she declares. “You look like a weaponized cupcake,” Rob says proudly. She twirls. “I want combat boots with this.” Bruce nods. “Respect.” I step out in the dress. It’s not flashy. It’s not royal. It’s mine. Kat whistles. “You look like you could take over a country.” Sam grins. “Or burn one down.” Tosha’s eyes soften. “You look like you’re choosing this.”

she squeals while jeering towards Mato tauntingly as he rolls his eyes back at her in return, shaking his head in disagreement. Stifling a laugh while the pain spreads down the side of my throat, I notice that despite the brief space of time I’ve been around Dakota, I already feel comfortable around her. Feeling uplifted by her contagious happiness, I open the box slowly while trying not to damage the delicate packaging. Gently lifting the lid away, a folded sheer black material sitting snugly inside reveals itself. As I lift it up, the mysterious gift unravels into a soft flourish—the delicate material shimmering gracefully as the soft silk sits within my clutching hands, revealing that of