Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

I couldn't have asked a better mate if I had dreamed him up myself. Looking in the mirror, I can see why Wyatt picked this for me to wear. The tight leather crop top with the leather skirt makes me look like something out of a BDSM movie. All I need is my whip. I leave the shield off and walk out of the closet. I already had my own black boots to complete the outfit. When Wyatt sees me, his mouth falls open. "So this is what you had in mind to see me fighting in, huh?" I ask, spinning around. Wyatt groans as he walks over in his warrior gear, and I pretend not to pay attention to how sexy he looks in only the black pants and shield.

he smirked. Inside the box were new outfits—matching ones. Royal blue and silver. The material shimmered faintly like it had been woven with magic. Mine was tailored like a sleeveless gown split into flowy pants, cinched at the waist with silver cords, and adorned with a fine chain that ran across the shoulder to the hip. Cassius’s version was a sleeveless tunic that cut across his chest diagonally with fitted trousers and the same silver embellishment. We matched. I should’ve rolled my eyes or acted nonchalant. But instead… I smiled. Wide. I loved it. Not just the outfit, but what it symbolized. We looked like we belonged to each other.

The look highlights both his matemarks and his sculpted chest and arms. It was hard to let them leave the house this morning looking that sexy. I’m wearing an inky black suit jacket and matching pants. The pants are flowing but tight across the ass—Nova and Cody had the seamstress make them tighter and tighter until I had to call it. I’m not about to split my pants in front of the whole pack. Like Cody, I’m not wearing a shirt, and I leave my jacket open to display my marks with pride. We look good together. Not matchy-matchy, but undeniably part of a unified whole.

Maya said taking in my outfit "Do you think so?" I looked one more time at the mirror. I wore a V neck white teeshirt tucked in a faux leather A-Line mini skirt, opaque tights, and my black boots. My black leather jacket was on the bed. My new neckless was showing and glowing. My hands kept touching the moon pendant. "Since you're going with the badass look, how about you let your hair down with an edgy side braid?"

My core clamped with need but I held back and continued my exploration of the boutique, eagerly trying on more sexier outfits. Each garment seemed to tell a romantic story, and with every change, I slipped into a new persona, discovering different facets of myself I never knew existed. The delicate floral dress with its vibrant hues transported me to a fairytale garden, while the tailored pantsuit exuded power and authority. A glamorous sequined gown emitted a radiant allure, promising magical evenings filled with laughter and stolen glances. Wow, I look good. Amidst the sea of possibilities, I couldn't help but wonder which ensemble would captivate Alpha Blake's heart the most. Would it be

ASHLEY By the time I was done dressing up, Arden was in the shower and it was a good thing because I was dead sure he wouldn't let me move an inch from this room because of what I was wearing. Not like it was bad, but the possessive beast in him will come out to play when he sees me in this outfit. It was a look I have always wanted to try with my casuals. I was clad in army green cargo pants with a black corset bralette that did so little in hiding my boobs. My cleavage was out in the open and the bralette stopped a few inches below my breasts.

Kelsey So, the outfits for the parade were warm, and modest, but sexy? Not so much. We wore black leggings with tall black boots, a shimmering gold T-shirt with a heavy green overcoat, the lapels velour, the shoulders too big for our frames. I didn’t mind, the morning air was chilly, and being on the float didn’t hide us from the wind. I had to keep one hand on my top hat to keep it from flying off, while the other waved at all the parade watchers.

No explanation. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I said. He pushed the door open. “Come on. Pick one thing you’d never wear.” “Why?” “Because you’re always in control,” he said. “Try chaos.” I ended up in a sequined silver jacket that looked like disco threw up on me. He found a leather vest and aviators. Together we looked like a bootleg Bonnie and Clyde with commitment issues. We left with the ridiculous outfits in a bag and too many people staring.

When a hybrid marks their mates, they become as twice stronger than they were and since Lance is alpha, he'll be unbeatable. Good thing right? It only means more protection for me. I put on black sports shorts and a pink singlet before wearing a big red denim jacket with the words ' badass' on the back. The jacket covers everything and it makes me look badass, which with no doubt I am. It was a gift from my best friend who I am yet to beg Lance to allow to move to this pack with me. Justin will be so happy. I wear white Nike sneakers and tie my hair in a tight high ponytail.

She knew whatever she wore had to make a statement, one that showed her power and authority. Damien, noticing her indecision, walked over and placed his arm around her waist. "I think I have something that would be perfect," he said with a smile, pulling out a stunning outfit she hadn’t yet had the chance to wear. It was a deep, midnight blue dress, with silver accents that shimmered slightly in the light. The design was elegant yet strong, and it felt like something only a goddess would wear.