Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

"That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'" "It's a date, not a cage fight," Tasha replied, tugging her satin robe tighter. Debby flung her legs up dramatically and hurried toward the closet. She took out the outfit that she thought Tasha should wear. It could only be described as post-apocalyptic dominatrix couture. It was sleek black leather, had silver buckles, and sheer mesh in places Tasha didn't even know you could legally expose. "Imagine his face when you walk out dressed in this," Debby said, doing jazz hands.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Belle didn’t belong to any of that. She walked through the campus gates with her usual quiet steps, her bag slung over one shoulder, fingers loosely gripping the strap like it anchored her to something steady. Her outfit was simple—a soft, fitted top tucked into a short skirt that brushed mid-thigh, paired with sneakers that made barely a sound against the pavement. Her glasses sat neatly on her nose, framing eyes that noticed everything… even if no one noticed her. Groups of students filled the courtyard, laughter echoing in bursts. Conversations overlapped—weekend parties, hookups, gossip.

She felt warmth in her heart. As they waded through several shelves, there seemed to be people turning to glance at the duo. One was donned in a vibrant yellow colored gown with jacket giving the impression of an high schooler as she dragged her partner who seemed to have lost a family member, owing to the all black attire on her. They kept picking all sorts of foodstuffs as the walked around the mall.

The clothes consisted of black riding pants, a tight dark red top and army boots. It wasn't Lara Croft porn style, but finally a decent badass outfit. I could do with this. Feeling satisfied with my outfit choice, I braided my hair and hit the air with a surge of adrenaline, ready to face whatever awaited me. Come at me, dark ones. Come to mamma.

I look at them “I’m not wearing that” I turn my back when she suddenly speaks “Okay. I am not the one who will walk with a dirty shirt on” she said. F*ck I am not wearing those… “OH. MY. GOSH! STOP ME!” – Ara “Quinn! You re breathtakingly gorgeous!” – Hailee “You’re so feminine and very pretty!” – Jaira “Stop it” I said in straight-face. I am not used of being told like what they’re just telling me. I am used of wearing pants, shirts or checkered long-sleeve paired with black fitted sleeveless inside and with my shoes.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and tossed my hair into a giant messy bun before I rushed out to see Val coming back into the room showered and in a big bath towel … “ Ready to see your night attire?” I nodded eagerly as she ushered me into the dressing room. “Tadaaa!!!!” Hanging on the wall in front of me was a high-cut body suit and a pair of baggy cargo pants… The pant was army green just like the soldier uniform and the body suit was black. I love the combination and it was perfect for the bonfire. Val had thought of everything. “ Val, this is breathtaking. I love it. When did you get it.”

"I loved the dress you wore in the morning and the outfit you are currently wearing shows off your body. It's fierce and sexy." What the fuck?

But I had other plans. As I stood before the mirror in my chambers, the suit Leah had chosen for me hung nearby, a silent testament to her meticulous efforts. It was a masterpiece of tailoring, a dark ensemble threaded with silver accents that gleamed under the soft light. It was designed to command attention, to make me look every bit the alpha king she wanted to show off. Yet, as impressive as it was, I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. It felt like a costume, a façade for a role I no longer cared to play.

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