Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

It reminds me of the outfit that I saw Gretel wear in the movie Hansel and Gretel. Almost the entire outfit is made of leather. The vest is covered in straps and buckles that I can hold various objects in. There are knee high, leather boots to match. Instead of black leather though it is all a light brown leather that is much softer than I am used to feeling. The outfit screams bad ass but the color helps tone it down enough that it does not seem too intimidating either. Hopefully, this will help the pack to accept me today.

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

That calculated glance told Annabelle more about her need to be in control than any outfit ever could. “Undress, Annabelle,” she repeated, her tone brooking no argument. Annabelle sighed and began peeling off her clothes. Cassidy tossed her a black halter top, a leather mini skirt, and a pair of thigh-high boots. “This,” she said, eyeing Annabelle critically, “should match your vibe. Your face is fine, I guess, so you’re halfway there.” Annabelle looked at the outfit in her hands, then at her, unimpressed. “Thanks for the glowing review.”

We broke out the heavy hitters from our closets—outfits that were equal parts weapon and wardrobe. We got dressed up in the sexiest, baddest shit we owned, the kind of looks that could stop traffic and kill a man's focus before we even pulled a trigger. Thigh-high boots, slick leather, and just enough skin to keep a man's eyes exactly where we wanted them. Once the lip gloss was set and the straps were secured, we headed out to the garage. We climbed into the car and tore down the asphalt, burning rubber all the way to the Grace Hill Hotel.

I looked at my outfits, trying to think what mood I felt in. Cute, sexy, bad-ass, basic, comfy? I decided for black jeans, black biker boots and a tight burgundy red spaghetti strap top. I did feel bad-ass although my boobs were definitely a bit on show. I did my hair and make up, letting my long brown hair fall down my back in soft waves and putting on light make up. I let Kenna know I was ready early and she sent me three shocked faced emojis and said she was on her way.

I don't have to prove anything. On this note, I get a different out from my closet for the day. Once i put in all on, I feel... good. A black denim jacket, dark grey pants trousers, a black long sleeve body hugging top and boots, black as well of course. Oh, now I look badass. Maybe not "innocent" but it definitely passes the message of "you dare not attempt to mess with me right now" and i love it. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, utterly pleased with myself.

Gavin switched off the cooker and poured tea into a cup. "Tea or coffee?" I pointed to the tea pot. "Okay, dokey," Gavin replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. My eyes roamed over Gavin, and he was shirtless, with only an apron around him. The soft fabric hugged his hips, emphasizing his narrow waist. The ties dangled tantalizingly, begging to be secured. With a sly smile, he tightened the apron, the movement accentuating the muscles in his back. The apron's playful design – a subtle pattern of utensils with balloons and spices – seemed to mock the intensity of his gaze. Yet, it only added to the allure.

"See? He knows I’d look amazing in this." I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips as I slipped into the deep red fitted tank top, the black leather jacket fitting snugly over my shoulders. The high-waisted black skinny jeans hugged my curves perfectly, and I finished the look with black combat boots that added just the right amount of edge. The silver chain necklace Jax had included glinted against my collarbone. "No way, I look like a total baddie. I've never tried this look before. I think I'll do it more often."

It was like being in a loop. I was forced into a black leather fighting gear. A tight badass leather pants, a leather sleeveless top and a high knee boot. My hair was packed in a neat ponytail, wrapped into a bun by my maids. I and Rachael hadn't made up and right now, I didn't want to deal with the do's and don't. It wasn't time for introspection, if anything, I pushed away any ideas that would stand between me and winning. Those badass brave females that usually had power-bikes were exactly how I looked and felt. The mere outfit made me feel brave.

The possibilities were endless, and each one was more potent than the last. On Thursday, she went shopping alone. She bypassed the lingerie stores and the tight dresses. Those were for seduction. She found what she was looking for in a high-end boutique, a power suit. It was a sharp, severe black blazer with structured shoulders, paired with tailored trousers that cut a clean, powerful line. Underneath, she chose a simple, blood-red silk shell. It was armor. It was a statement. You can try to ruin the clothes, but you can't ruin me.