Dead Rising 2 Clothes Novels & Stories

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

Reluctance filled me while opening it, yet shock instantly struck my mind when countless nightgowns appeared hanging untouched inside. “Is he attached to her to this degree? He did not even throw away her clothes.” Attention landed on a tight red dress with a wide neckline capable of exposing breasts easily. Mirror reflection greeted me once I carried it toward the vanity decorated with her photos. Unconscious disgust darkened my features while staring into her dark eyes. “You are dead, so do not look at me as if I am trying to steal him from you, Mrs. Roth.” Frame lowered angrily after it seemed as though she were glaring at me fiercely. My eyes returned toward my body afterward.

all my air left my lungs, as I stood still. You could not see his halo or wings. His face was so peaceful, and he did not even make a sound. His hand was under his head; the other, on his chest. I smiled. I will just ask him in the morning. I walked to my side of the room, and opened the wardrobe. There were different colorful clothes to wear. Some of them I had never seen before. All of them dresses; some for night time, others for day time. I chose a dress that was long sleeved, and came down to my ackles. The gray dress had flower patterns on it. It reminded me of the wild flowers my mom would pick or have my dad pick in the grass field. I began to cry. I hugged the dress. It’s so hard to

I sighed, thinking I had not been with him for long and soon enough would be able to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. Lying there, I distracted myself with the interior of the walk-in closet and discovered everything on the racks on both sides was female clothes. My eyes settled on one dress by a human-sized mirror and it occurred to me that Dane had come in there to get me a change of clothes. I assessed his choice, noting how beautiful it was. It was a coffee-brown dress with a dark green hooded cloak. The rope dangling from the base of the hood was velvet and the flaps were lined with gold buttons on both sides. I sat up, ignoring the ache in between my legs, and went to feel th

My eyes finally close, and I slipped into a fitful sleep, complete with nightmarish creatures, fire, and dying people. In the morning, I dressed for the day in my special town outfit. It consists of a black, long sleeved thermal shirt, which I carefully tuck into blue jeans and black combat boots. Next, I pull on a turtleneck shirt and top it off with a sweater. After that, I pull on some white golfer's gloves that I lifted from a sports shop. Then, I tied back my long, midnight brown hair into a ponytail, and pull on a headband to keep my bangs out of my eyes. The final touch is a pair of black sunglasses to protect my eyes from any blood spatter from the zombies I might have to kill.

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

Zyrem said as Clide nods in approval to what he said. “Hmnn what did I say about calling us Milady in here? And, no worries… here you go boys. Try these and also this.” I said as I shove the clothes I choose into their arms as I push them to the dressing room. Rose is left looking into the pile of men’s jackets and t-shirts. “Come on you guys; come out so that we can see.” Rose said as I sit beside her in the waiting area. The two reluctantly walk out of the dressing room and we almost lost our voices as we look at them surprised. The two are more handsome when they are in simple clothes rather than their black and white butler uniform. They are both wearing these jeans and a t-shirt I had

"I'm already a dead man walking miss, so I might as well make the best out of it or am I supposed to cry and feel all depressed and all" "Actually no , because I just realized that I haven't given you a good reason to." She then walked towards one of the trees towards the furthest left She was probably looking for clothes which surprisingly she got I still didn't understand why someone would just wear random clothes left behind trees . I get it , they are wolves ,who when they shift irresponsibly, get their clothes ripped but still. After she dressed into a random pair of jeans and a loose shirt, she walked towards me I now needed to keep my words in line otherwise I was going to end up dead

“Shit. Where are you?” “Hiding in a closet.” “What can you see?” I roll my eyes. “Amara I’m literally in the tiniest hallway closet in a basement.” “Tell me anyway.” I look around. “Coats.” “What colors are they?” “Just tell me.” “Uh. Dark green and black. Bright orange. One that looks like it will come down to the feet of whoever’s wearing it.” “Okay. What else?” I look down. “Boots.” “Is there mud on them?”

She thought to herself. "I'll go take my bath, can I get new clothes?" She requested, pleading silently rat he doesn't order her to keep wearing the same clothes. "I have a few dresses, you're lucky I still have these" He responded bringing out a blue corset, black cloak and yellow pants. She found the clothes funny. "Does this look like the 80s where people are dressed for war or long journies?" She wondered as she stared at the clothes with a funny face.