Novel & Cerita Badass Outfits

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.

Olivia’s POV Zara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as I teased her about her heavy padded jacket. “What are you hiding under there?” I asked, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow. With a dramatic flourish, Zara unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, revealing a stunning outfit that made me gasp. She wore a sleek black halter top that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a high-waisted leather skirt that flared just enough to make her look effortlessly stylish. Her boots, knee-high and laced, added an edge to the ensemble. Zara twirled playfully, the fabric catching the light and shimmering slightly.

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.

His mind was consumed by thoughts of the man he had killed earlier, struggling to comprehend the betrayal by one of his best men who had been leaking their secrets to their rivals. He walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His fresh black tuxedo lay on the bed. With a swift motion, he discarded the towel, letting it land on the sofa before dressing in his suit. His attire, like his life, was devoid of color, a reflection of the darkness that surrounded him. After putting on his watch, he stood before a large mirror, running a comb through his jet-black hair. ***

I need to take care of both of us tonight since the nannies just took their one day day-off due to family emergencies. After taking a bath, I made my son wear a grey suit with a tiny ribbon on its neck. He loves it and it was also his favourite colour. I then went to grab a silver above-the-knee and fitted dress. It was strapless and it perfectly showed off my curves. I always felt confident about my body even though there are tons of pervs everywhere. But, I didn't care 'cause they would get broken fingers first before they could actually lay them on me. I am a badass, they say. So might as well portray that role without flaw.

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.”

“You didn’t ask him to show you what it looks like? Girl, what if it’s crotchless? What if he ordered you some BDSM cosplay nonsense with bows in inappropriate places?” I winced. “He wouldn’t.” “Beth.” Her tone was dead serious now. “A man who preemptively orders your loser uniform clearly thinks ten steps ahead. You need to order a back up before you get ambushed into wearing something that ends up on an adult film website.” “You are not helping.” “I am helping.” She pulled out her phone. “In fact, I’m about to order a backup maid outfit for you right now. Something with a reasonable amount of fabric.”