Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

"You better not disappoint and make sure your dress is black, the boss loves dark stuff. Be fast about it." I gave him a mocking salute. "Don't worry, I never disappoint, I'll give the boss whatever he wants. He's gonna have a memorable birthday." Inside the dressing room, I quickly found an outfit that matched the seductive and commanding image I wanted to project...a black lace bodysuit with strategic cutouts that left little to the imagination. I paired it with thigh-high boots and adjusted my eyes mask. The effect was stunning and dangerously alluring. When I emerged, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The transformation was complete. I looked every bit the dark temptress I intended

I asked. She looked up from the dress she was holding, "The long-sleeved one is lovely, screams royalty. This other one is edgy. Not everybody can pull it off. But if you do, then it would state not just class, but fierceness and power." "Hmmm, I'm forced to think you are talented in every aspect of life." I looked at the second dress. "Let's style the shit out of that dress." "Happily, ma'am," Alessia replied excitedly like she was eager to put her styling talents to work.

"You look delicious enough to eat." Medyo daring nga ang tabas ng itim na bestida kaysa sa mga usual attire niya sa opisina. Sleeveless at low-necked na mayroong laylayan na hanggang sa mga tuhod lang niya. Aywan ba niya kung anong puwersa ang nag-utos sa kanya na iyon ang piliing isuot. Nakalugay rin ang kanyang buhok na hanggang beywang ang haba. Makaagaw-pansin dahil sa malusog na kinang ng mga hiblang tila maiitim na alon.

So I was extra cranky early this morning. “They're here.” Jerry said to me as I settled at the head of the table. The doors were pushed to the side and there she was, standing in a formal outfit. The black dress she wore underneath kissed her curves perfectly and she had a white coat draped over her shoulders. Her blonde hair was down, making her look like an angel. Looking at her before me made me aroused for some reason and her sweet scent mixed with the mate scent didn't help my situation. I was approaching my rut season and it's only natural that I was even more sensitive.

Alex didn't reply, but he reached for a tissue and wiped the red color from Angelina's lips. "Alex, what are you doing!" protested Angelina. "You can't dress up for anyone else. You can only dress up for me." "Tsk, you have no right to stop me. I'm free to do what I want, and I'm free to look beautiful wherever I want!" Angelina said sternly. Alex smiled wryly. "You're honestly more beautiful when you're plain without make-up, Angelina. Especially when you're plain without your clothes on, it's much more beautiful and seductive," Alex said deliberately teasing.

MADDOX I adjusted my collar for the twelfth time since I put this uniform on. Beauty seemed to appreciate what it looked like on me. It was specialized slacks and button-down. It was made to repel magic, which was really fucking cool. Never realized that I could have professional clothes that were also essentially a bulletproof outfit. Those would have come in handy in the past.

We were invincible, formidable. When Mari emerged from her room, to the stairs and into the Great Room, it was almost like she was a completely different person. She always dressed to kill that I personally find it pleasing watching her play dress up. Personally, I think she's presentable even with just a loose shirt on. Black, I noticed, and white were her power colors. It made her look confident, powerful, like she could conquer the world with pantsuits and heels. She could if she tried. But her clothes today were different. Bright. Like a doll.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Carlson choked on air. “Maddie, dear God—” “Too much?” I whispered. “Too everything. We’re buying it.” I felt warm all over. Me. Maddie. Wearing things I never imagined. For the next thirty minutes, I tried on outfits—each one more surprising than the last—and Carlson rated them like a judge on a fashion TV show. “This one is cute.” “This one is deadly.” “This one is illegal—you’re buying it.” “Absolutely not—take that off, I refuse to watch you walk around in that grandma blouse.”

I decided to go for something simple, not too classy, not too simple, just okay. Within the next thirty minutes, I was done with the makeup. I wore my black leather sweatpants which I bought not long ago, it also came with a leather crop top and a leather jacket. After wearing the clothes and staring at myself in the mirror I was sure I looked like a badass assassin like the ones in the movies. I combed my hair and allowed it to flow freely, I took my big black handbag and wore a leather boot. Right now I look exceptionally beautiful that I can't even recognize myself. I wore black sunglasses ready to leave,