Draw Your Oc In This Outfit Challenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a beautiful red color, ending up before my knees, swiftly waving over my thighs, the upper portion of the dress clinged to my body, making my curves visible, the attire allowed my collar-bone to gleam as well, it was distinctly visible, a sign that I don't have much body fat. I wore black stilettos, which I carried in my bag, and a leather jacket, to avoid much skin to be in sight till I reach my destination. I carried the leather jacket in my hand while I stepped down to exit. I saw Oikawa in the kitchen, doing some cooking work I presume. I walked towards him and swayed my hips playfully. "How do I look?" I wiggled my eye brows almost teasingly and then giggled. "Rather ravishing I

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

I can’t keep wearing those oversized clothes that belong to them—not that I mind, but I want tonight to be different. I slip into the robe. It is much shorter than I expected, and it ends mid-thigh, but that’s just perfect. I tie the strings into a neat bow and adjust the top a bit to show a bit of my cleavage. I cup my boobs and smile at the outcome. Perfect!

We spent the rest of the evening planning our outfits and giggling over the unexpected turns our love lives were taking. —————— I stood before the mirror, adjusting a few loose strands of hair that had escaped my low, messy bun. The tendrils framed my face, highlighting the freckles that dusted my cheeks and nose. I smiled, appreciating the natural glow of my clear skin. My outfit was simple yet confident: high-waisted black shorts paired with a crisp white crop top that showcased my tanned midriff. My signature brown cowboy boots added a touch of rustic charm, grounding the look with a nod to my roots. Tiny gold hoops adorned my ears, catching the light subtly. A brown Lululemon crossbody b

OLIVIA “Does this look too much?” I asked Celyn, staring at her reaction to my outfit. “I’m trying to keep a casual look.” After what Axel had told me two days ago, I was trying to make sure I wasn’t wearing something exposed like he’d warned. I had a burgundy strapless top and a black denim skirt with pockets and tiny jean straps that fell down both sides. Black block heels and a small, round clutch purse that was in my left hand. My hair cascaded over my shoulders down my back, and I had it in a side part.

It's only recently when I have taught myself how to eat properly. “I'm not offended.” I stare at some man who's been staring at me since I got here. He's sitting two tables away from ours, but his stare has been piercing through me. Men can be so tiring. — I'm wearing a chocolate brown coloured dress that has strings on my left thigh. It's very short, and it's cold, so I've matched it with a cream white coloured cardigan that has rose buttons. They said the theme is red and a rose, they never said it's not brown and besides my cardigan buttons are up to theme. I'm wearing white sneakers. I spent the day torturing myself in heels. Now it's time for sneakers. I'm not Tinyeleti, who rocks heels

I gripped the hanger, pulling it from the metal bar that it was slipped around. I held it up to the light, it was a two piece outfit - in my size. A tight fitted black skirt that came up to my ankles was matched with a black and cream coloured bustier. The black geometric lines sprawled across the material, making the outfit look both sophisticated and modern. I tore it off the hanger excitedly and slipped it on. It fit snugly around my chest while the skirt hugged my hips and thighs. I turned in the mirror and Oli whistled at me. “You like?” I asked nervously and he nodded.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply to calm my mind and body as I stand at the centre of Academy auditorium. Alone. Tessa wanted to accompany me but the risk I have put her in the last time I tried is enough to understand that I better do this alone. Concentrate on your desire, Aurora. I say to myself and visualise myself on the first day of the summer when I was sitting in the garden with my sketchbook and my crayons. Life used to be carefree that time. I picture the white sheet of the notebook and pick a black crayon to start drawing on it. I start to draw an outline of the body shape that will be wearing the dress. I always prefer to make outlines first as the rest just appears to fill in i

I say, pulling out the curling iron and reaching for the holding spray. Ollie rounds the top of the stairs giggling at what I said. “Can you imagine? The news would be going nuts!” They stop in my doorway, jaw open. “Girl! Who is you trying to impress?” I look back at them. “What? Is something wrong with my outfit?” Looking at myself in the vanity mirror where I’m putting on a coat of lip gloss, I take in my black sleeveless crop top, pleated tartan skirt, and thigh high back lace-up boots. “I think I look nice.”

A faithful dog biting his owner, do you know why because the owner snatched its most precious thing. I stepped out of the cubicle and saw a new Olivia who was ready to bring down the monster, wrapping myself in a towel I stepped into my space, and picked a bandeau neckline with elegant fold-over detailing on the cream crop top and paired it with petite wide-leg cargo trousers in beige. I tied my hair in a neat high ponytail highlighting my sharp features, I went for light makeup with dark lipstick and sneakers. Hiking my tote bag on one of my shoulders, taking my car keys and of course gun, I was ready to leave. It was almost midday when I descended downstairs the room was clean as if nothin