Billy Loomis Outfits Novels & Stories

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.”

Only for it to be forced upon me as soon as I enter the kitchen. Billy is sitting at the dining table in only his PJ's bottoms, his body covered in red nail marks and love bites, while Carrie and Alison sit either side of him, each just wearing an oversized t-shirt that just covers their bums. As if that isn't bad enough, my mum seems to be competing with the girls, wearing a nightie that's pretty much see-through while scowling at Billy, who, for the first time since he came home, has a beaming smile on his face seemingly enjoying the fact that his dad is trying to engage Carrie in conversation, whilst not so subtly staring at her chest.

"I have a 9:00 AM practical. If I miss it, my CA is gone." Josh stood up, wincing. He walked to his closet and pulled out a heavy, oversized black hoodie with "KING’S COURT" printed in bold gold letters across the back and a pair of joggers. It was his signature campaign gear. Everyone on campus knew it. "Wear this," he said, tossing it to me. "It’s better than wearing that ugly blouse, the blouse is ruined and it's an eyesore even when it was neat. And... it’ll tell people you’re with me. Maybe the guys hunting you will think twice if they think we’re always together."

He was now wearing a black bomber jacket, a white t-shirt, and denim pants. “They already left first and went back to the packhouse,” Harlow replied. “Are you riding with us?” I asked Romero. He shook his head while running his fingers through his hair toward the nape of his neck. “No, Beta Julius is still waiting for me in the car.” Romero was now wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His white pants made his legs look longer.

Emily wrote back. "Alright then, you have everything you need to get ready in this bag. We'll be waiting for you in my office when you're done," Lois said, placing the bag on the bed. "Come on, Davies." She then led her mate out of the room, leaving Emily alone to get dressed. Emily opened the bag and found a pair of jeans, a round-neck shirt, a cardigan, stockings, boots, a bra, and another set of underwear. Everything fit her perfectly, and she quickly changed into the outfit.

Chapter 12 The Fair The weekend finally came, and I got dressed for the Fair. I wore one of the lowcut tops that he had bought for me, with my favorite jeans, and my backpack purse. He wore his favorite hoodie and some sweatpants, it was starting to get cold so I brought my jacket, he didn't need one he was naturally warm-blooded. We all went together in Rain's Modified Black, Bulletproof Hummer H2 with high-powered weaponry,.They all wore the same outfit,