Hxh Outfits Novels & Stories

My world seemed to have gone into a slow motion. I stopped from strutting and so does Nikki and Jane. Xavier was wearing a very simple outfit, nothing really extravagant but the air within him felt like he’s the man and the moment. Maybe I was a bit biased with that, I don’t know. He was just wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of khaki pants perfectly matched with a pair of red shoes but it’s working pretty much cohesively. I noticed he put some wax on his hair and brushed it up giving such a nice clean and clear vision of his modelesque facial features. He looked as if he was walking the runway at Paris Fashion week.

She just wished the hemline wouldn't hike up her thighs so often. She squirmed in her seat to get more comfortable, but the hemline hiker higher. "Shit." "Are you alright?" Calix asked, raising his voice to be heard over the music. Like her, he was wearing freshly bought clothes. And she must say, he looked plenty dapper in his black shirt and bomber jacket, with dark jeans and black combat boots to match. Granted, he'd probably just picked these clothes to fit the all-black, ready-for-battle Hellborn aesthetic, but she could actually get used to it.

Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.” Tyler muttered something about cruel and unusual punishment. Chelsea gave a dramatic sigh and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the guys were no longer tragically dressed like they lost a game of magical strip poker in the ‘80s. Their usual attire—jeans, combat boots, dark tees, and the occasional leather jacket—returned in a shimmer of golden light. Except. For. The. Fanny packs. “Oh, hell no,” Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist.

Also, as future Luna I couldn’t exactly wear your typical revenge dress, Xavier would have a fit … actually maybe that is the best way to play this, then I won’t have to go. I looked for the most daring border line slutty dress I could find. My fingers brushed over various options in the walk-in until I found the perfect one, my smug little smile growing wider. I hastily put it on, not wanting Xavier to notice in case he tried to prevent me from leaving. I found some shoes to match and slicked back my hair.

Noah emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp and his eyes gleaming with a refreshed intensity. He strode into his closet, the soft rustle of clothes and the creak of hangers filling the air as he searched for the perfect outfit. Hazel's eyes followed him, her gaze drawn to the strong lines of his back and the muscular contours of his arms. After a moment, Noah reappeared, his choice of attire a testament to his effortless style. He wore black joggers, the fabric clinging to his legs in a way that accentuated his athletic build. A white hoodie complemented the outfit, its simplicity a perfect foil to the chiseled features of his face. The overall effect was one of relaxed sophistication as i

Arhaan grinned widely, he enjoyed teasing her. Arhaan was busy on his phone when he saw the door of the dressing room opening. Arhaan felt his heart stopping. Hoor was standing in the doorway, only in his shirt. Arhaan didn't expect to see her in his shirt ONLY. Hoor was nervous. Her heart was beating fast. The shirt barely reached her mid-thigh. She was feeling shy, but controlled herself from hiding by repeating in her head "I am Arhaan's. It's okay. I am Arhaan's..."

____ A long time later Ax looked at himself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath. The omega's torso is wrapped in wine-red fabric, a beautiful chino-collar shirt glued to each stretch of skin, his hair tied up in a tight, high bun with a pretty arrangement leaving each hair in place, high-waisted pants and dark fabric like most of the ones she wears, reaching just below her chest, with two rows of silver buttons on each side, a pretty bow around the Chinese collar accessorized with a pair of short heeled boots, and earrings, small and subtle. Ax turned and looked from all possible angles, happy with the result.

I just grabbed articles of clothing she’d wear herself. I felt more than uncomfortable in the sheer blouse, especially since it showed the lacy push-up bra I had underneath, but I knew Olive would love it. On my lower half was a pleated skirt, not unlike the one’s I wore to school, pulled up to hug my waist. Since it was a bit chilly out, I added some tights and pulled on the pair of combat boots Olive had loaned me. To finish the ensemble, I tossed on an oversized hoodie that would effectively hide my outfit should Hael, Elijah, or anyone else stop me on the way out.

I don’t know why he is suddenly so furious, so I shrugged it off and went to the wardrobe to pick one out of the two dresses Alexia gave me last night. I don’t think Alexia has any decent outfits apart from the leather pants and jackets I saw her wearing last night. The two gowns she gave me looked a bit slutty, but I don’t have a choice right now, I need something to wear. So it’s with this or I borrow one of Xander's outfits. I picked the dress that looks a bit okay. It’s an A-line dress with a fitted bodice that defines my waist and emphasizes my ass and hips.