Draw Your Oc In This Outfit Novels & Stories

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

I've been wondering if I'll go out like this, or just change into my usual clothes. I was wearing a red off-shoulder dress so I could see the scar on my chest. Only half of my thigh is covered with cloth. It has puffed short sleeves that looks elegant paired with my white skin. Lea sent this to me and it hugged my body perfectly so the curve of my waist and my round ass were more refined.

Not more than a year older than me. "How do old people look in your world?" [They get wrinkles and their hair turns gray] "How pathetic," He said, chuckling. He is so arrogant. "Now go draw" I took the vessa out of the drawer and started drawing on the paper. Drew a dress with short puff sleeves and the dress covered the whole body on the top until a little over my knee. A tea length.

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.

Ren changed me into a warrior-style two piece. It was made from the blackest material I've ever seen. The top was a crop top with spaghetti straps which held my breasts firmly. From the waist down, I wore a long skirt with two leg long splits. My midriff was bare. The warrior boots I had on complimented the whole outfit. My hair was up in a high ponytail and I wore a small, blue diamond necklace. My make up was done dark. I had lost weight in the last few days. My ribs were just visible in between the top and the skirt.

It was satin with a lace layer over it and I paired it with my fancy boots I only wore out and a denim jacket. We all met out front of the main house and Owen wouldn’t stop staring as he lightly smiled at me. He looked handsome as hell in a black felt cowboy hat and a dark blue button-up shirt. Damn he was sexy. I couldn't help but smile at the way he looked and tried desperately not to try to bite my lower lip at the sight but it happened anyway. He reacted to my reaction by smiling even brighter. He enjoyed that I reacted that way.

“Do you have an outfit picked out? Because step one of destroying your enemies is looking incredible while doing it.” I laughed, a small but genuine kind that I hadn't heard from myself in a long time. “Yeah..i do” “No way,” Claire gasped. “Show me right now.” I hurried upstairs and returned shortly with a neatly hung outfit. A deep emerald blouse, tailored black trousers, and sleek heels. The outfit screamed aura. Strong, elegant, and unapologetic. Claire scanned the outfit, nodding approvingly. “Perfect. You’ll walk in there and Ethan’s soul will leave his body.”