Female Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

Alexa woke up the next day, with her eyes throbbing and red from the cry of the night before, but Edwin's words made a click inside of her, and all the sorrow and guilt she was feeling towards Andrew's death, she used them to fuel the rage and the beast inside of her, she stood from the bed, went to clean herself with a resolution in her mind, she chose the dark dress to symbolize the grief she was feeling, but behind the dress, she used her knitted fabric armor, and the weapons she always carried, in her head, she wore a simple crown of silver and sapphires. Edwin woke up and smiled when he saw her dressed and ready to take on the day.

" Autumn sang. I turned down the television and looked at the outfit she had picked out for herself. Yup, she's definitely feeling it. Her outfit was an extremely tight black long-sleeve deep V-neck sweater with a flamingo pink high-waisted plaid pleated skirt. Under the skirt, she would wear a black fishnet hose and a pair of flamingo pink suede high-heel boots with designer black lace. She had straightened her hair to fall down her back and stop at the middle of her behind, the front woven into a fishtail side crown braid. The skirt fell a few inches to mid-thigh. Her mascara sharpened her reddish lashes and her sharp lipstick proved itself to be the shiniest pink she has ever worn. She wa

Mae stood behind him watching Amerie with a blank expression. Both Kierian and Apollo had donned basketball shorts from on of the hidden stashes of clothes that they had throughout the forest. She glanced down at the orange and red flames dancing around her body, blushing slightly at her exaggerated display of power. Apollo offered her a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, his gaze absent of judgment. Only awe and sympathy stared back at her from his golden eyes. She hadn’t noticed the thin rim of light blue around the edge of his left eye before now. With a small smile of gratitude, she took the offering and averted her gaze, quickly turning around to extinguish the robe of flames

“You look gorgeous, Girl. Here check yourself out.” My, Autumn has done wonders with my hair, it’s big and bouncy. “I never would have got it like this, thank you so much. It’s wonderful.” “Anything for you, Bestie. Let’s get dressed. What are you wearing?” I go to my wardrobe and open the doors and pull out a black sequined halter-neck top and some skinny black jeans and my ankle boots. “That looks cute. You’ll need some kind of jacket.” She tells me.

Her marshmallow scent smells rotten. “Disgusting. Just tell her to take her clothes off.” Ghost says. All our conversations about being respectful to our mate go out the window at that moment. “Bro, knock it off.” I chastise him. I look closer at her clothes. A red cropped sweatshirt with the Blood River logo on the sleeve. She cut the neck to help it fit looser. The exposed strap of her bra is black like the leggings and her red trainers match her shirt perfectly. Focus, Milo.

“Keep talking, I’ll choose something in neon pink just to spite you.” “Please do,” he said smoothly. “It might match your attitude.” I snorted despite myself. Then I saw it, an off-shoulder black jumpsuit, simple but stunning. I slid it off the hanger and held it against myself. Caspian tilted his head. “Try it on.” I raised a brow. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” “Maybe.” I went inside the changing room, I stared at myself in the mirror longer than I meant to. It had been a long time since I wore something that made me feel… like a woman, not a soldier or a survivor.

Then as if flipping a switch his expression becomes guarded, it happens so fast that I'm not sure if I imagined it. “Come on, let’s find you some clothes,” Theo says, drawing my attention back to him. By the time I've taken a quick shower and redressed I feel much calmer. If I'm going to turn into some sex maniac and beg for them all then I have work to do first. Because over my dead body will I beg for Mason or Deacon without having them begging for me first. Filled with determination and confidence I leave my room wearing the shortest shorts I could find. They're black and definitely show some cheek. I pair them with just a leather jacket, zipped just low enough to show the red bra underne

Jasper says apologetically rushing over with Marcus at his side. I glance at Marcus; momentarily distracted by his workout shorts and grey tank top, the kind that dip really low at the sides showing off every delicious muscle Goddess Morrtemis blessed him with. I fight the urge to gulp and mentally think over what I’m wearing. Got my hair in a ponytail, am wearing a black sports bra and blue, white, and black cheetah print leggings. Do I look okay? Wait, why should I care? “It’s not wrong to want to look good for our animai, Amelia. It’s only natural. Trust me you look great and I’m sure him seeing this much skin is going to make him suffer,” Zara sniggers. Her words give me some satisfactio

I headed toward the “Women’s Activewear“ section, Martha sliding off my back as soon as I slowed down. Ashley disappeared into the “Formal Wear“ aisle and Lucius claimed the back storage room. The shift back to human form always feels like being put through a meat grinder in reverse. Bones snap, skin stretches and your dignity takes a permanent hike. I groaned as I hit the carpeted floor with my knuckles grazing a discarded yoga mat. “Great,” I muttered, shivering as the cold air hit my bare skin. “Another pair of designer jeans sacrificed to the moon gods.” I scrambled to find something... anything... to wear and I settled on a pair of black tactical leggings and a grey hoodie that said ’Yo