Female Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

“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

‎ ‎An hour later, we stood by the camp exit. ‎ ‎We looked... different. ‎ ‎Rhea had raided the "Human Donations" bin, clothes scavenged from the city dumpsters or stolen from clotheslines. ‎ ‎Kaelen wore dark jeans and a black hoodie that hid his face. Vexa wore a long trench coat to conceal her sling and her weapons. Jinx looked like a normal, scruffy street kid in a beanie cap. ‎ ‎And I wore a simple black dress and boots, my hair loose to cover the Mating Mark on my neck.

"Now that you've changed, let's go see what he can rustle up for each of us." Although the church services at Midtown Vineyard Church were casual, the attire that both Devon and Aphrodite wore that morning was not as casual as they wanted for lounging around his house while they discussed Athena. Aphrodite had brought a change of clothes with her and had used one of the five guest bedrooms to don the more comfortable shorts and tank top that she wore over her bikini. Devon had changed into cargo shorts and a Tommy Bahama shirt that he left unbuttoned. The slightest breeze provided Aphrodite with a teasing glance at his sculpted torso.

I’m already laughing as the stupid girl runs off. That ugly Omega. She was always covering herself up, with long dresses and full sleeves. The only reason why she’d do all that was because she clearly had an ugly figure to match her face. I scoff under my breath as I look down at my lavishly exposed cleavage, tightening the strap even harder on the upper waist of my dress to make them pop out even more. I tuck my auburn hair behind the curve of my ear. She probably had nothing like what I had.

"It was those two feral bodies that made Jason know Ivanna's whereabouts and asked that snouted creature to kidnap her!" "You're right!" Ayden looked at Jax and me, in turn, this time. "Please, you guys help me think of something to prevent the same thing from happening again. This situation is an emergency." *** "Jax, what are you doing? Where are you taking me? Didn't Ayden and Gabby say I would be safe in this place?" I asked the man who had been changing my clothes into a strange costume like a maniac. However, hearing my question, Jax said nothing but kept busy putting on the clothes for me. Ayden and his team designed it specifically for female warriors who had the task of exterminatin