Billy Loomis Outfits Novels & Stories

I could feel his presence behind the counter. "Hey, Grumps." He called out, making the hairs behind my neck stand. "I'll excuse you two." Lucy whispered in a teasing tone as she dramatically tiptoed away. I cleared my throat and turned to face him, wow! He was a sight to see. I was tongue tied for a moment. He didn't wear his black leather jacket today. He wore a blue and black polo that hugged his chest perfectly. His biceps bulged out as he folded his arms across his chest, his blonde hair was combed backwards and amusement danced in his eyes as he watched me.

On the right was a black shoulder-length wig that was closest to my natural hair color. I’d already gone through the prep steps making sure my wig cap was on securely. “Bubble gum.” Forrest’s voice called out. I gasped, turning slightly in my chair to see him leaning in my doorway with a smirk. He was already in his uniform. His dress pants, having been cut to accommodate his cast, didn't manage to distract from how handsome he always looks in his uniform.

Charlie shakes his head and waves him back to the change room before turning back to me. “Did you get a dress too darling?” I nod and flick to the photo. He leans over to look at it eagerly. He gasps. “Oh my, I know what we need!” he stands and dashes off. Bellamy emerges again in the white shirt. He is looking at me curiously. I shrug, I don't know what just happened. Charlie comes running back with another shirt. A blue one this time. The same blue as my dress. “No, the white is terrible, you look like a pissed off penguin. Quick, put this one on!” He demands. Bellamy glowers and takes the shirt. Clearly he is not enjoying himself. Charlie plops down next to me again.

After waking up and getting dressed, she took Isabel and Liam to the living room. Odell was already waiting for them on the living room couch. Unlike his usual suit and dress pants combo, he was dressed very casually today. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt paired with a pair of fitted pants. His figure was lean and fit as usual, and the casual outfit did nothing to diminish his handsome looks. However, it did make him look a little less intimidating than usual. "Morning." He turned to Sylvia and greeted them with a quick smile.

Fallon My army prepares as we wait for the blood moon to clear the velvety sky. Adjusting my black armor, I look at Brielle. She’s standing quietly behind me, wearing a black tank top and yoga pants that mold to her body like a second skin. She had to tell me what each item was because I had never seen such garments. I don’t know why Lilith dressed her in such a manner. But then again, Lilith is also dressed in a similar ensemble, except that hers is red.

Liam stood in front of the window, gazing at the view beyond, his hair burning bright in the fading sunset. He wore a short-sleeved white cotton t-shirt, the fabric straining over his ridiculous muscles, his biceps screaming at her to come and touch them. Surely it's a crime for him to expose his guns like that. How did HR even let him get inside the building looking so devilishly tempting? But that wasn't even half of it. The way his faded, slim-fit ripped jeans sat on his butt had to be another violation of the company's dress code. The Vans on his feet and the sports jacket draped neatly over the backrest of his executive chair were the only sensible things about his outfit.

As they took in his attire, they were rooted to the spot in shock! Boom! It was like a bomb had gone off right beside them, the buzzing in their ears like the drone of a thousand bees! The thugs, in particular, were struck dumb as they took in Liam's attire—a battle robe with a green dragon and gold trim and the dark of a military uniform peeking out from beneath. They gasped in unison! Was he actually wearing a military uniform? Their eyes were wide with disbelief, glued to the uniform on Liam, fear etched into their faces.

Sam started rushing around with passion, pulling clothes from racks and matching pieces together while the hairstylist from Bianca’s salon somehow became both hairstylist and makeup artist at the same time. And honestly? The final results looked insane. Sam had completely understood the assignment. The children’s outfits were stylish but playful. Billy wore black cargo pants with silver chain details and an oversized cream hoodie with bold phoenix embroidery running across the sleeves. Paired with tiny combat boots and dark shades. He looked so adorable. Meanwhile Anna wore a fitted black skirt with tall boots and an emerald cropped jacket layered over a turtleneck. Her hair was tied into a

I was disgusted. ‘Just be nice Fab. Don’t mess up my girl okay?’ Billy said with an intense voice this time. ‘Okay okay Mr. Lover-Lover. I will be nicer than spice.’ He said jokingly. At least that’s what he thought he was doing. Joking. I looked through the window and I saw the girls. They looked flawless I must say. They were dressed differently from what I was wearing. One of the girls had a pink crop top on, accompanied by tight high waist leather pants that hugged her round voluptuous figure and some very nice pumps. The other one had a white tank top matched with blue jean shorts and white sneakers. She layered her look with a blue thin jean shirt.

Knights' daughter either. “Hey, pretty ladies,” Bill says, capturing our attention. He's wearing black dress pants with a white shirt tucked in, and his Armani belt is shining. His dreads are pulled into a man bun. “Took you long, godfather.” He nods. “I had to get rid of my men and all that. Did I miss anything?” “No, just about to start.”