Draw Your Oc In This Outfit Challenge Novels & Stories

She is looking so damn pretty. "Nobody can catch your hand in getting ready Blue. You're my Lana Del Rey!" I scream, widening my eyes. She giggles. "Thank you, Jules! And you also look damn gorgeous!" Well, all thanks to Blue on this matter! I look down at my outfit and cannot help but admire myself. I am wearing white jeans. A crop top that is off the shoulder. There is a thin delicate silver chain around my neck. And on top of it, I am wearing a white overcoat and black boots. The weather is chilly because autumn has ended.

he nodded, offering me the folder. I smiled. Of course, Darius boasts about his brother. I truly love that about these boys. They are always supportive of each other and our granddaughter. The four of them are a great balance to each other. I opened the folder and nod with a smile as I looked at the manga-style drawings. It was apparently me, in my youth, wearing my black jumpsuit with red trim and my face hidden behind the white and red kitsune mask in some panels. It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness.

Crossing my arms and pouting. The warrior rolls his eyes at me and his eyes glaze over. A few minutes later three omega wolves roll in an entire new set of winter dresses. I let my eyes light up and I jump to my feet, rushing over to the racks running my hands over the fabrics with fake enthusiasm. They all are made of slightly warmer materials and have long sleeves. Relief washes over me as I find a deep maroon one that doesn’t have a slit running down it and a high enough neckline to hide the long sleeve shirt I plan on wearing underneath it. Sadly all of the shoes are still heels but at least this was something.

But I had drew someone that looked exactly like me, A girl, which was me under the bright full moon with hovering trees, shadows of wolves and their prying eyes. But I was amazed at the dress, Unlike that day, I was in a white shirt and blue pants. But here I was in the picture, in a white sequin strapless fish tail gown like a goddess. I marvelled at the beauty. According to what Alpha Ezra told me, Was I really like this, thousands of years ago???. Soon we submitted our drawings, I could see the satisfied look on the lecturer's face when I handed in my paper but I knew the score sheets and comments would be in the next creative class.

Stephanie’s POV: Morning didn’t come any faster than usual, but it came eventually. As the first rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains, I forced myself out of bed. Today was the day of the Rank Duel Challenge (RDC), and the weight of that knowledge sat heavy on my chest. After a quick shower, I dressed for the challenge. I chose black leggings and a black crop singlet, opting for something that would allow me to move freely. Slipping on my black sneakers, I tied my hair into a neat bun.

I contend. “A great honour to have tea with you, I cannot wait.” The crowd parts once more. This time, it is not a mere courtier or official who steps forward, but Ozar himself. His presence is unmistakable—tall, broad-shouldered and full of aura. His attire speaks of a man who cares little for the conventional rules of appearance. He is wearing a black shirt—one of finely woven, yet it is untucked in some places, proving that he is a man of nonchalance. The shirt clings to his broad shoulders and strong chest, the darkness of it makes his tanned skin appear even more wicked. His trousers are tailored to perfection, accentuating the powerful lines of his legs.

01:40. Señor Ramirez handed me the Obsidian warrior outfit. I quickly changed into the black cuffed joggers and black jumper with the silver Obsidian logo, a writhing dragon, blended into the top right corner. Relieved that I was finally out of my sticky, sweaty clothes and into fresh attire, a new-born energy had awakened inside of me as though I’d just woken up from a peaceful night’s sleep. Be it adrenalin rushing frantically around my body or be it the alarming thought that world peace rested in our hands, I felt prepared that we could overcome Drago Caracas and Obsidian. Rachel sprinted away into the distance and as she began her climb up the towering cliff, Señor Ramirez looked at us.

4 Years ago… In Beau's office were Fress and Beau. Fress sat on a couch chair and chin buried into his hand while Beau sat on the loveseat. In front of them, sprawled out on the table were drawings of designs of different outfits drawn by both Beau and Fress. Fress said, "Alright, we need 2 more designs for the Runway show and then we're done." Beau picked up one of the drawings. The drawing was of a sparkly one shoulder dress that had a tulip skirt. Fress grabbed the drawing from him, looked at it while stroking his chin, and said, "It's a good design, but if we're going to make the dress we need the perfect model to model it."

he said , and I gave him a death glare while checking the lower part. I brought out a small pretty bag which made my cheek turn red immediately my eyes met with it. With joy ,I opened the bag ,and to my surprise it was a long black outfit. Merely looking at it ,I knew the outfit was gonna end up sweeping the floor. Though it looked super expensive,but it was flashy at all, unlike all other outfit have been putting on lately. It had red spots all over , having just one long hand ,while the other was empty . The chest part had two holes in them , which were a little bit small , I guess this part were to expose my cleavages just a little bit.

Imogen I’ve showered and washed my hair and just rough dried it, so it falls in loose curls around my shoulders. I don’t really have time to do a full blow out and Cody, I know loves it like this in any case. Since I wasn’t expecting Autumn to surprise me and I figured on just a quiet night in between the games the guys have to play, the only dress I have packed is my silver sequined number that comes to mid-thigh with spaghetti straps.