Draw Your Oc In This Outfit Novels & Stories

A shiver ran down my spine as our eyes met, the air between us charged with an almost magnetic tension. Haven's beauty was mesmerizing, her dark outfit perfectly complementing her porcelain skin and fiery mane. The high-waisted shorts hugged her curves, while the crop top hoodie showcased her toned midriff. The skeleton hand flipping me the bird on the front of the hoodie added a touch of edgy rebellion. Her hair cascaded down her back in luscious waves, reaching all the way to her hips, just as it had during our previous encounter. The dark makeup accentuated her striking features, making her eyes seem even more piercing and intense. A fitting outfit, I thought.

Owen burst out laughing as he snapped pictures. “Can I get this disaster off me?” “No, it is perfect,” he said, scrolling through the photos. “You are killing it.” “If by ‘killing it’ you mean destroying my dignity, then sure, I am killing it,” I grumbled, retreating into the dressing room to try the next monstrosity. The next outfit he handed me was even worse. A sheer, glittering top with leather pants that made me look like a Christmas decoration. When I emerged, he just stared at me for a second.

What could make my day better, if not seeing a result of my handy work walking about looking all flushed? Jace stood in front of me since I'd opted for the first row. Clicking the pause button on the remote, I stood up in recognition and respect for the Alpha. "Carly," he started after clearing his throat, his eyes looking me up and down. I was wearing a black Nike sports bra with black leggings and black combat boots, while Jace was still in his sky blue shirt, a black pant, and black leather shoes with a black Valentino belt wrapped around his waist.

I somehow got a vivid picture of what the newcomer was wearing. It was a sky-blue sheath dress with a Squirtle’s head print on the chest area. It was the manang on the island. Then, just as the last ray of sunlight slipped beyond the horizon, painting the room in shades of purple and gold, something happened. My fingers twitched.

Then, I caught wind of a familiar scent. Lykos. The scent led me to a navy blue hoodie, large enough to pass for a mid length gown but cute to be worn with the accompaniment of leggings or joggers. I picked out the outfit and closed the door to the wardrobe. Moments later, I stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring my outfit with a grin of satisfaction at what I looked like; hoodie and large joggers that had me snuggled in. For reasons unknown, I packed my hair into a high bun, letting a few drop in loose curls down the left side of my face. My nose appeared too big in the mirror but who cared?

Alex can't help the goofy smile spreading on his own lips, "Great timing." The Omega has arrived straight from his studio with his Gurds. He looks gorgeous in his forest green, sparkling shirt, skin-tight, black pants and knee-high boots. His chest teases Alex from under the silver chains he can see through the half-open shirt, twinkling at him with their own light. The Omega has complemented his outfit with matching streaks of color in his hair and make-up. He looks absolutely breathtaking and utterly out of place in the filthy dark alley surrounded by hordes of ugly men's.

The maid nodded with a gentle smile and left. Owen turned back toward his wardrobe and opened it. Pulling out a crisp white shirt, he slid it on, buttoning it with practiced ease. A tailored black coat followed, fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders, and then he stepped into his black jeans, the entire outfit striking the perfect balance of sleek and effortless. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his dark hair. He looked devilishly handsome, the kind of man who could make hearts stutter with a single glance and tonight, only Aurora’s reaction mattered.

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.

she announced her entrance, holding two coffees and some equal amount of burgers. "Ohh.. sexy right?" she teased. Jones turned to see his partner on her usual shirt, trousers and a jacket. "Welcome, I've been trying to crack the case all night. I mean if..." he turned to face her, trying to explain his observations. "Jeez, you look like a mess. Did you even get any sleep?"

Letting them hang up their coats and shoes, Ostana shoved two bags into my arms; her black hair braided into a crown upon her head that showed off her crescent moon mark and today she wore golden eyeshadow that helped her honey eyes pop. "Here, I picked up some of your clothes. And thank Goddess, you look like you need it," She glanced at Emrys' hoodie and his boxers I wore, red started to rise into my pale cheeks and Laker wrapped an arm around his mate, holding her close. "Also your backpack," "Oh my God!" I practically yelled, looking back up and taking my bag from her. "I forgot about school!"