Eddie Kaspbrak Outfits Novels & Stories

I took the first step before I saw Ezra walk across the room and pick it up before walking back and tossing it in the recycling bin against the island counter. It was then I noticed how normal he looked. Gone were the wings and the flowy dark robes. He was in black jeans, boots, a white long sleeve shirt and a leather jacket. The clothes looked well worn and comfortable and my god was he always this hot? He watched me with a smirk like he knew exactly where my thoughts went and I felt my face flush from embarrassment. He was somehow a little more imposing without the wings.

Eldrid stood on guard near Vastria. Four men entered the mansion. Two dressed as though they came from a rave with their tight black pants with small chains hanging off the sides. One of them wore a leather jacket and the other wore a white tank top with a hand showing the middle finger in black. The one with the jacket had a Mohawk while the other was bald. The other two men that entered after them were dressed more moderately. One who seemed to be the eldest with white hair combed back and wore a suit like Vastria’s father, but it was a deep blue with a black tie. The other wore casual clothing. Black jeans with a white shirt and a black jean jacket over the shirt.

They looked like the end of the world. Cyprian walked in first. He wasn't wearing the silk breeches and powdered wigs of the Southern court. He wore a military dress uniform of midnight-black wool, tailored to perfection. A cape of silver-tipped wolf fur hung from his broad shoulders. At his hip, in flagrant violation of palace etiquette, hung a longsword in a black scabbard. But it was Vespera who stole the air from the room. She was not skeletal. She was radiant with the kind of health that comes from clean air and power.

It kind of warmed my heart, and made me chuckle internally, Alessa snorting in pleasure of the loyalty. As I was done eating I went to my room to get ready for tonight, my heart filled with hope, love and happiness. When the moon moved into position at the highest peak in the sky, I walked down the path towards the dimly lit stage. Caspian, my mom and dad and grandmother from the faes are all standing up there waiting for me. I did decide not to wear the sandals, wanting to feel the earth under my feet. Caspian is dressed in a suit of deep royal red, with a tie of dark purple, and his shirt having stripes of royal blue, and otherwise silver. I admire him for a second before looking at the cr

“I don’t want to wear anything that belonged to him.” Caspian watches me for a moment, then replaces the shirt in the drawer. “I won’t make you.” He agrees, “but do you really want to go out there naked?” Glancing down at my body – bare except for the brothel’s paint, I wrap my arms around myself shyly. “No.” He nods, retrieving the shirt. “It’s just until we find something different.” He promises.

"Mom doesn't let her too close to the music." "Yeah yeah, I know." "Okay, I'll be back soon." With that, I rushed towards Edward. "Hey" I nudged him. He turned around, his mouth falling open as he stared at my costume. I was dressed in a cat woman costume, clad head to toe in tight black spandex that hugged me in right places. My thighs were thick, but it didn't matter because Edward loved them and he would definitely get a kick out of my outfit. "Wow..." He breathed.

I was about to speak when the door slowly opened and Drake walked in. My mouth fell open in awe as he had completely changed from this morning. He had to step out to take care of some personal matters, but of course and as always he didn't elaborate. He left with his normal t-shirt and black jeans, but upon entrance he had totally transformed. Instead of his usual garbs, he wore a black long sleeved button down shirt with fancy black slacks to match. A black cape was draped around his neck and over his left shoulder, covering his arm. The cape had gold trim around it, with an etch of a dragon standing poised on the back. On his shirt where many colorful medals and pins. He was a very decorat

He’s lucky Xachariah was out of the country when all that crap went down with Charity yesterday. Cassius looks hot as hell in his laid back cowboy attire, and I’m taken by surprise when I arrive at the stables. He’s wearing tight, faded cowboy pants, paired with boots and a fitted blue t-shirt. His hair, once styled with gel, is now disheveled after taking a shower. I have to admit; I prefer him this way.

Or maybe it’s about to turn around. I slow to a stop and glance over to see Eddie loitering near the front door with Tobias and Mike, all of them dressed in jeans instead of their usual gym shorts and nice t-shirts rather than the ratty cut-offs they typically sport when they’re hanging around the house. I smile in their direction as I clock their attire. “Hey, where are you guys off to?” “A party,” Tobias provides, flashing me a handsome grin and carding his fingers through his auburn hair. “Wanna come?”

Caspian I stood in front of the bureau, adjusting my cufflinks as I admired my reflection. My dark hair was perfectly styled, gelled back to reveal my sharp features. I wore a tailored black tuxedo, complete with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. My shoes were polished to a high shine, reflecting the morning light. I caught a whiff of my cologne, a subtle masculine scent that always boosted my confidence.