Characters Outfits Novels & Stories

Danika doesn’t ask. She decides. “We’re changing you,” she says, already rifling through the rack she brought upstairs like this is a runway appointment and not the prelude to a bloodbath. I lean against the dresser, arms crossed, watching her pull fabric free with practiced confidence. Black. Charcoal. Deep wine. Leather. Stretch-knit. Nothing delicate. Nothing flimsy. Good. “You walk like you’re expecting to fight,” she says without looking at me. “So we dress you like you’re ready for it.”

She was like a noble and elegant princess. Darren couldn’t help but want to succumb to her charm. Seeing that one of the staff reached to assist Charlotte, Darren immediately rushed over and pulled her into his arms. The design of her dress was very simple and elegant, but she looked very sexy. Her smooth shoulders for exposed, making her look more dizzying in the light. She didn’t look like a woman who had given birth to four children at all. There was a split up at the side of her dress. When Charlotte moved, her long, slender legs partly showed, which made people, especially men, unable to move their eyes away and want to explore deeper.

"There is. It’s you." Jane leaned against her. "But you’ve seen me in all kinds of states, so I don’t need to put on full makeup when I see you." Charlotte turned her tablet around. "I’m thinking of combining some elements. I finished the standalone ancient costume and embroidery modern wear. Now I want to innovate by merging these two styles. The evening gown should be bolder in design, and the colors will be different from the usual ones." Jane scrolled through the pictures and took a look. "No problem at all. When you do something, it’s always sure to amaze everyone."

“You can say that again." “Well... unfortunately we don’t have any clothes that match the look you want. But over here…” She moved two aisles down, and we followed her to another rack full of clothes. “We have some short skirts and dresses. I'm assuming you both are from South Ville Academy. Some students bought these." She took out a dress, held it up."The trick is in the pairing. If you select the right combination of clothes, you could almost look like the characters you’re going for.” Ruby shook her head regretfully. “Almost isn’t good enough for us.”

Despite a lot of protesting Charise had ended up winning and was now holding her hostage until she was absolutely sure that Elaina looked like a real woman. Charise herself had already changed out of her work uniform and into a violet number so short it could be considered inappropriate, that hugged her figure nicely, sure to catch the eye of quite a few of the Northern warriors men. “I don’t know.” Elaina quipped now continuing to move either dress from side to side. “I don’t really feel like either of these suit me very well.” Charise rolled her eyes, “You don’t think any dress fits you very well.” True, but Charise was making a big deal out of nothing.

"Charles?" I blinked, taking Charles in. He wasn't wearing his usual three-piece suit. A lock of his hair was braided and it was all tied back neatly out of his face. Fabric pooled around his neck like a wide turtleneck, and there was something in his ear flashing with a soft white light. The outfit was all black, plated with metallic black panels that almost disappeared if you didn't look close enough. He was dressed like an Enforcer right down to his black combat boots. My heart fluttered as he came in. Surprised and interest filled me. He looked damn good and was more of a pick-me-up than I thought I would get today.

The chemise was made of linen, and over it was worn a long ankle-length tunic with shimmering linen yellows. Her hair was in a loose but covered style which made her more attractive. When she's already outside, Legolas notices her, he speaks up, but Charlotte ignores him. She kept walking and did not turn around until Legolas grabbed her shoulder, injuring Charlotte slightly as she turned to face Legolas. "Why do you just keep on ignoring me?" "I was chatting to you, but you weren't paying attention and didn't even glance at me." "I'm going somewhere, but please don't tell anyone and do not follow me."

Wristband delicate but sharp. Ravenna: leather pants, crimson bustier, charcoal cropped jacket, silver fang studs on the collar. Wristband thickest—rough leather, bold fangs. Seraphina: charcoal trousers, black silk blouse, silver fang buttons, deep violet lining in cuffs. Wristband most refined—polished leather, subtle fangs. Nico: black suit with crimson piping, charcoal vest, deep violet tie, silver fang pocket square, leather shoulder accents. Wristband matching theirs—black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs.

Derek offered. I looked over at Charlotte. Her long hair was curled and she had one side pinned up with a diamond hair clip. Her makeup was perfect, with bright red lipstick and a smokey eyelid color. Her nails were perfectly manicured, with a pinkish red color. She also had a beautiful sapphire-colored dress on. In other words, just like always, Charlotte was the poster child for femininity. “More feminine persona?” I asked, surprised. “Charlotte is one of the most feminine she-wolves that I know.”