Flynn Rider Outfit Novels & Stories

They feel like something I have been waiting to hear for years. As the sun starts to dip and darkness takes over, Flynn stands and brushes dirt from his hands. “One more stop,” he says. He takes me back to his penthouse where another dress awaits me. A red sundress, soft and delicate. I slip into it after a shower and a fresh set of makeup, and feel suddenly nervous. The whole day has been perfect. Almost too perfect. When Flynn comes to get me, wearing linen pants and a shirt with the top buttons undone, my breath catches again. He looks good. Almost painfully good. “You ready?” he asks.

CHAPTER 23: RIDER IN THE CLUB ZARA: Rider Stormfang. ​My heart skipped multiple beats at the sight of him. Rider had just stepped into the club. ​My breath hitched at how devastatingly handsome he looked tonight. He wore a charcoal-grey suit that fit his frame like a second skin. His hair was perfectly styled and he had one hand in his pocket. He was a perfect image of every woman's dream.

My intention was to continue walking past her. “Prince Ryder, wait.” I stopped and turned to look at her. She was wearing an outfit that would put you in the mind of something a Genie would wear. Two pieces with satin pants and a shirt that only covered her large bust. It was teal blue with sequin everywhere. It showed off her flat stomach and belly button piercing. Her long brown hair fell down her back in waves. Sienna softly placed her hand on my chest to stop me from walking. I looked at her hand then back up to her.

Gunner struts around the yard, restricted by the leash. Gracie chooses her ensemble for the day. Western boots, tan khaki shorts, with a brown leather belt. The belt has sunflowers carved onto it, and the buckle is silver with floral accents. The boots are brown with a pink heart and white wings design on them. The top she has chosen is light blue, form fitting, no straps, embodying a blue lacey overlay, falling just below her waist covering her toned abs. She grabs her western sun hat with seashells wrapped around the band. Gunner cooperatively moves into his crate.

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

“My ride bailed on me. Lucas is stuck with the scouts, my friends already left, and I can’t seem to get an Uber.” He merely continued staring at me blankly as if to say that wasn’t his problem. I continued anyway. “Any chance you’re heading towards the foothills? Can you give me a ride?” Flynn looked around the empty parking lot like he was half expecting a camera crew to jump out and tell him that I was pranking him. When that didn’t happen, he leaned against his motorcycle and crossed his arms, his muscles straining underneath his black shirt. The material was thin but he didn’t even seem bothered. Didn’t he get cold?

“Better than the dry rations I had earlier.” Camelle perked up instantly. “New face! Finally!” But the door hadn’t finished opening. Three more figures stepped in behind him, their attire immediately marking them as Lyra’s trusted shadows. Korin wore a fitted black jacket over dark trousers, the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows as if ready for action at any moment. Rane moved silently in a charcoal-gray tunic and matching pants, his outfit simple but impeccably tailored, giving him an air of quiet precision. Sylas’s ensemble was a mix of deep navy and subtle leather accents, the long coat swaying slightly with each step, hinting at both agility and mischief.

But as for now, it was impossible. Ryder got out of his dress in black jeans and a dark brown leather jacket, matching the color of his eyes and hair. Though a fashionista might not like it, it was the most comfortable thing Ryder could afford to wear in times like these. Sir Vance was already at the control room drinking coffee.

But this wasn't the Lyra he knew. Her hair was black with defiant streaks of rainbows at the tip. She wore a biker leather jacket on leather pants complemented with huge spiky boots. Her lips had been painted black and her eyes a darker shade. "Lyra?" When he'd called her name the men rose to their feet, ready to attack but she halted them. "Who the hell are you?!" A guy with neck length hair asked. "I know him Flynn. No need to get all worked up." She replied with a smile.

Ginny asked. I nodded. “Yep. Harley asked me to start the race. I get to wave the flag to let the drivers know the race is on.” “Hence the skimpy outfit,” Benji said sourly. Ginny giggled in the back seat as I looked down at myself. I wasn’t dressed skimpily. I had on a pair of high-waisted leather leggings, thigh-high black boots, and a black crop top. Only a couple inches of my stomach was showing, and it was above the belly button area. The black denim jacket I had on also hid some of the skin. “This is not a skimpy outfit.”