Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

She only has less than an hour before she will be brought to the room of that evil man, they called Boss. She stood up and opened the wardrobe cabinet, which according to the maid was for her. There inside the cabinet, she saw a lot of dresses, seductive nighties of different colors, pieces of underwear that mostly are thongs-type, brassieres, and others. She frowned seeing what type of clothes were inside the cabinet. They are all to be used to please or seduce the Boss, and she wanted to puke by just thinking of having s*x with an old evil man. She then grabbed the most decent dress that she could find inside the cabinet. It was a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a blue-green blouse, which

"A few new workers have been hired over the last couple weeks. Your father's boss wanted everyone to get to know each other while they weren't working." "Sucks for the ones who are on shift today, then," I said. "That is true," Mom said. "Oh well. You can't put the hospital on hold just for a party." Mom was able to find a dress for me. It was a strapless dress that was white and black striped for the torso and black for the skirt, which was longer in the back. "How about this?" I smiled faintly. That was one of my favourite dresses, even though I normally hate dresses. "Yeah," I said. "Thanks."

ANYA Alessia decided that we should go clubbing since she was bored, and well, I had no real reason to object. We ended up dressing in matching outfits – same hairstyle, same makeup, and nearly identical clothes. We both donned leather skirts, turtle neck shirts, leather jackets, and boots. The only difference between our outfits was the color – mine was black, and hers was a fiery red. "You look like a badass bitch," Alessia quipped with a smirk as she checked me out.

******* Gala Preparation Final Meeting: As the newly appointed Boss Lady of "Flawless," I confidently strode into the elegantly decorated conference room, clutching my meticulously crafted plan of action. Dressed to impress, I wore a striking off-the-shoulder sweater blouse in a vibrant green apple hue that hugged my frame just right, paired with chic, wide-leg white trousers that flowed gracefully with every step. The six-inch heel pumps I chose added a touch of height and sophistication, ensuring all eyes were on me. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the ladies, adorned in cheerful shades of pink—symbolizing femininity, unity, and readiness—prepared and looked forward to an evenin

The boutique was exclusive, discreet, the kind of place where privacy was guaranteed. Marcus selected pieces—a leather bodysuit, thigh-high boots, a collar. "Try them on," he commanded. I moved to the fitting room and tried on what he'd selected. The leather bodysuit was cut to expose my breasts and pussy completely—coverage only in the center, with strategic openings everywhere else. When I emerged, Marcus's expression shifted. Hunger and satisfaction mixed together. "Perfect. You'll wear this. With the boots. And the collar." He looked at the boutique owner. "She'll need to stay dressed in this. Can you hold her previous clothing?"

“But it doesn’t mean we should put red everywhere, but I agree with the silhouettes. It doesn’t look haute couture enough.” At least she still had some sense in her. I turned the page to the next design. It was just another plain, black square neck retro dress. It looked decent, except for the white ribbing and laces at the sides of its skirt. I turned the next pages, and it just got worse. What the hell are these? “We’re not making a fucking cosplay apparel here for Halloween. Can l ask you something?” I closed the portfolio. “Yes, Mr. Stark?” “What did you tell the designers?”

We’d gone shopping Sunday… I had insisted we go on Sunday hence the result was three coordinated outfits that screamed power, confidence, and sexy. I wore a black cropped top that highlighted my slender waist over black leather bum shorts that hugged every curve, and heels that made my legs look endless. My black hair fell in loose waves down my back, and my makeup was flawless, sharp winged eyeliner and a nude lip that said I woke up like this. Octavia rocked a burgundy mini skirt with a matching cropped jacket, her edges laid to perfection and gold hoops catching the morning sun. Lalissa wore an emerald green satin dress that ended mid-thigh, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail, bod

I feel so sexy wearing it so I am very confident. I put a red lipstick on my lips and I'm done. Exactly the moment I'm done with my routine Farris went in on my room. I saw him wearing a black short, white sando covering up with a black polo shirt. I pouted. Why is he so handsome even in simple clothes?

I said, my voice dejected leaving no room for argument. I felt bad for making Ma feel bad, but I wasn't going to marry that asshole who just wanted to marry me just because of some stupid anger or revenge. I changed out of my clothes and wore a tight fitted high waist jeans with a crop top, and paired it with black high heeled boots, all in black. I looked like a badass and I also grabbed my biker's jacket to complete my look.

The D-Day of the grand opening of Alex's father's five star twins hotel and everyone was getting prepared for the big night. Serena was sitting at the makeup table, she was in her bathrobe applying her makeup when alex came from the other room dressed and ready to go, she could not take her eyes off him and his expensive tailored dark suit, he looks so amazingly handsome and her heart started fluttering as her pulse race, " Yyou look so handsome" she said, giving him a big smile.