Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

Killian said to the well dressed chauffeur as the young man bowed slightly and headed into the garage. We were both well dressed and ready to leave, I wore a dark make-up look to complete my look. I have never dressed like this before, my outfit looked empowering. Giving me the vibe of a badass female lead in an action movie. The vibe of a woman that can get any man on his knees… Except Killian Wesley.

“Do you have an outfit picked out? Because step one of destroying your enemies is looking incredible while doing it.” I laughed, a small but genuine kind that I hadn't heard from myself in a long time. “Yeah..i do” “No way,” Claire gasped. “Show me right now.” I hurried upstairs and returned shortly with a neatly hung outfit. A deep emerald blouse, tailored black trousers, and sleek heels. The outfit screamed aura. Strong, elegant, and unapologetic. Claire scanned the outfit, nodding approvingly. “Perfect. You’ll walk in there and Ethan’s soul will leave his body.”

Luckily, I was able to find one in my wardrobe: a three-toned, gray, black and red, leather-like coat-dress that looked nothing formal or fancy. It had a pirate-ty vibe to it with the big buttons and wide waist strap, but it certainly wasn’t meant to be worn by a sword-swinging buccaneer. It was more similar to the suits in Assassin’s Creed, only that it was a female version of it. I paired it with black leggings and wore knee-length boots to finalize my outfit. I may not know if this was what the other she-wolves wear in their human form during a fight, but I was pretty sure this was totally the best ensemble to kick that bitch Sofia’s butt.

Tiger asked feigning annoyance. “Oh you don’t get to pull that look on me Big Guy. I will beat you so bad that Faith will have a hard time recognizing you. Come here babe. We got to get you in a nice swim suit. And guess who’s here?” She focused her attention to Faith and rhapsodized over the good swimming suit she got for her. “Wait! You aren’t planning to put our woman in those ridiculous looking suits of yours! , are you?” there was no way in hell I was going to let my woman wear such a thing. No way. Faith’s body was a temple only WE had the privilege to see and worship.

I am overdressed! Since he hadn't noticed me because of his phone, I quietly shut the door and ran back to the room. "What?" "I'm overdressed, distract him for me," I said hastily as I tugged off my dress. Chelsea stood up and went to do her job. I rummaged through my bag for anything and picked out a sky blue faux leather moto jacket, black jeggings, and a black corset crop top. I hurriedly slipped on my sky-blue combat boots and fixed my hair.

Long chains, pendants, and glittering metal, draped between her breasts, catching the light every time she moved, drawing every eye exactly where she wanted it. Bold. Very bold. Which, I supposed, meant she wasn’t planning to get into a physical fight with me tonight. Because God knows I’d already figured out exactly where to aim if she dared start one with me tonight. Still… I’d give credit where it was due. Lauren looked like she’d stepped out of some chaotic fashion campaign titled “Hot Felon Chic”. Meanwhile, my own outfit was significantly less… provocative. I’d been offered clothes earlier—handed a stack by the Ken doll assistant. I chose the safest option: orange athletic shorts that

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,

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

he's arguing with is actually a tiny punk rocker. I look down at my clothes and can't help but grin. I'm dressed like a total badass – studded leather jacket, tight black t-shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots. My backwards cap and graffiti bandana complete the look, making it clear that I'm not someone to mess with.

Could this really be called an outfit, though? "That's one of the pieces Mr. McTavish chose for you ma'am," the assistant stated. I mean, I loved the dresses he selected for me, along with the skirt suits, pants, tops, and shorts, but how dare he think I'd wear floss as undergarments? "I'm not wearing this!" I let out. "OK, ma'am. How about this," the lady handed me a leather one-piece, upon proper examination, I realized the piece was crotchless.