Crowley Outfit Novels & Stories

They had gotten fancy new duds in Fengarad, but I hadn’t bothered giving them more than a cursory glance. Now that I was pointing them out, I noticed just how ridiculous they were. Gold braids and sequins and intricate beading on the cuffs. And matching. Claire and Maurice were in turquoise and orange. Dudley and Flossie had red and chocolate as their theme. Jenny stood out in her green and gold outfit. If she had a matching set put aside for me, I’d probably have to dump her. I mean, sex is very nice and all, but a man has to draw the line somewhere.

Creed replied as his iris kept losing its color, "Just… their matching white attire really caught me off guard!" "Oh yeah! Their clothing does look quite exquisite, doesn't it?" Su Jiang replied as she felt the truth in Creed's words, "A glossy azure battle kevlars with the most elegant silver linings and garland spreading across the bewitching fabric. Pure snow-white clerical high-neck garbs, reaching all the way to their boots. This peculiar dress code is indeed one way to spot a member of the Alliance of Crawlers." "Bu… but I thought nobody knew anything about the members!"

“Now suddenly we’re discussing fairness. Fairness is when you acted right like a man on bed.” ‎She picked up her clothes and disappeared into the dressing room without another word. ‎Jeffery remained standing there for several long seconds before sighing heavily beneath his breath. ‎When the door finally opened again some minutes later, Jeffery looked up instinctively. ‎Then immediately regretted it. ‎Clara stepped out wearing a fitted white cropped sports jacket partially unzipped at the front alongside black fitted shorts that stopped mid-thigh. Her long hair fell loosely around her shoulders while white sneakers completed the entire look effortlessly.

he whispered, laughing when Clary huffed in his direction. "Ignore your dad, my precious jellybeans, have as much as you like" Clary whispered, smiling as they greedily sucked away at the bottles. "Where did the clothes come from?" she asked when she realized that the Walker and Cahya were wearing little blue onesies and Hennessey was wearing a pink one, all of them covered in little moons and stars.

As I stepped into the closet, I caught sight of Dontrell—fully dressed, adjusting the strap of his Rolex. He wasn’t in a suit, but the outfit was just as commanding. A fitted dark blue button-up, sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong lines of his forearms, paired with deep gray tactical cargo pants. Nothing casual. Nothing soft. The look of a man who meant business. I held out his phone. “Clayton’s calling.”

I don’t tell her she only has a month or two to call that favor in, since I have every intention of leaving the pack. The volunteers begin to unload the truck and line up. At the same time, Sylvia and the brothers step out of their backrooms and come closer. The brothers are wearing tailored white suits with golden trim and green cufflinks. The original design suits them each well. They look regal and handsome. A matching green gown had been prepared for Sylvia, but at the last minute, she wanted something bright red. The gown she wears is still beautiful, but the color clashes with everything and everyone else.

“Hmmm…let us go… where are the others?” “I have sent them away, just in case…” Saying so, Alex pursed his lips. “You did the right thing. There is no need to risk our friend’s lives unnecessarily.” Alex bent forward and adjusted the ruby broach that held the white fabric of the ceremonial clothes I had worn. I didn’t know the reason but it was stated in the book that the person performing the ritual should only wear unstitched white clothes. So I had draped a five-yard piece of white cloth around me and used the ruby broach to hold it together. Alex had draped a piece of cloth like a towel to cover his lower part of the body. A shawl was draped over his shoulders showing off the muscles on h

Kaspar was not praying to the Moon Goddess or preparing bandages for the burn victims outside in the cold rain. He was speaking in hushed and urgent tones to a tall figure standing just outside the ring of candlelight. The stranger wore a heavy dark cloak that pooled on the marble floor and concealed every single detail of their face. The deep crimson fabric of the cloak looked almost black in the dim light but the distinctive silver clasp at the neck caught the candle's glow. It was the undeniable mark of the Crimson Eclipse. The horrible realization hit me and proved the conspiracy ran so much deeper than I ever knew before I died.

Clara wore a deep violet gown heavy with jewels, every piece chosen to remind the room that she was the woman Marcus had chosen. I arrived alone. I did not wear court silk or royal jewels. My gown was simple and loose enough not to press against the child I carried, its pale fabric almost plain beneath the light. Caelan had commissioned it himself, with Frost Dragon protection spells woven into the lining. It was safer than any armor in that hall. Marcus saw me before I reached the center of the room. Clara followed his gaze and laughed loud enough for the nearby tables to hear. “Look who managed to slip inside.”

one of them almost shouted, with everyone nodding in agreement and cheering with their glasses. "See? You're still the winner for us," Terry whispered, winking at me. "Alright guys, let's party!" she exclaimed, raising her glass. "Wait, what are you wearing, take that off quickly!" Terry urged, pulling at my clothes. "I'm fine, it's cold outside," I hesitantly said. Almost at the same time, Clara and I decided to remove our outer clothes, with Clara revealing her figure in denim shorts. Japs, on the other hand, was always in khaki shorts and an open polo shirt.