Idol Outfit Novels & Stories

She stuttered recoiling into her seat. Handpicked by Vallea, Isadora was clad in a tight dark purple mini dress, beautifully patterned with sequins on the highlights. Although quite small, it had done justice in covering up her assets and her flawless light-bronze skin tone. In all it was an average night out dress on the skimpier side.

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.

I did indeed find a beautiful UO Phoebe Mesh Asymmetrical Midi Dress, it came in green and pink, I went with the green one, and yes I will wear it with the Converse too because who the hell can run in sandals? While strolling through the isles in Urban Outfitters I bump into Lydia "Hey outlander, how are you?" Chuckling, I look at her in a black tank top and black yoga pants. "I am very well thank you, how are you today Lydia? It's great to be able to hear your voice outside of the noise." Tucking a lock of curled white/platinum blonde hair behind her ear, is she blushing?

But when he revealed the clothes hidden inside, my entire world of fantasies crumbled. “What is this?” I asked, my stomach churning as I examined the outfit—if those tiny scraps of fabric could even be called that. The outfit bore some resemblance to the club’s uniform. It was black and white, with a tight vest and a white shirt, but the similarities ended there. The vest looked more like a corset-style belt, and the white shirt had a deep plunging neckline, paired with a tight skirt that seemed to reach knee-length but had a large slit up the side of the leg.

Stood before my wardrobe. Today’s outfit had been chosen three days ago. Deep burgundy midi wrap dress. The signature one. The one Isabella had photographed without permission four separate times. Nude pointed-toe heels. Gold hoops. Diamond pendant necklace. Diamond bezel watch. Signet ring. Hair in a French twist…the sharpest version of it. Red lip. Precise. Finished. I looked at my reflection. This was the version of Alvara Dane the world would see inside these walls. I held my own gaze for a moment.

Isadora's POV "Isa!" Josie walks out of her room with a very small skirt, fishunet stockings and tube top on. She dresses like her personality puts out. Sassy, ​​free spirited and crazy as hell. She walks out in front of me with a hand on an extended hip as she posed. "You ready?"

My dad deserved a day of absolute, unblemished joy, and I was going to give it to him even if it killed me. Taking a massive, shaky breath, I threw off the duvet, forced my trembling legs to stand up, and dragged myself toward the bathroom to strip off my pajamas. Forget the fancy, frilly princess dresses of Disney lore. Forget looking like some delicate, fragile little victim in a pastel skirt. I was way too mature for that bullshit now. I yanked open my closet, bypassed every single dress and blouse, and grabbed my absolute favorite outfit: a loose-fitting, sleeveless Burna Boy graphic t-shirt paired with heavy-duty black athletic joggers and combat boots.

Ife got dressed in a crop top that had the belled out long sleeves, it had her pack's emblem on the top left corner, same as her other custom clothing. The pack did everything for themselves, they allowed no outside help. So her going to this school, her parents asking for assistance, was abnormal and she knew she would have to follow their rules without question. She paired the jade green top with black distressed skinny jeans and combat boots. She only wore plain accessories which included a slim gold bracelet and necklace with the pack's emblem hanging from the chain. She sported her gorgeous waist length curls and sprayed a light coating of her favorite perfume. The omegas had all her th

Nadia's POV I pace around my room, trying to pick an outfit for the show tonight. I've got three options pulled out; black ripped leggings with a long black sleeved fishnet top over a white tank top, my red baby doll dress with fishnet stockings, or acid washed jean capris with a black corset. I pace, looking over each option and ultimately decide on the red dress and stockings. I kept my set for tonight chill, so I won't be moving around too much. Plus, I know Nate would like it.

Ismail and I looked the best of the best, we both looked gorgeous. I wore my tribal attire for the wedding. My tribe or my native language is Idoma. We have a particulate color combination that represents my tribe. It is black and red, and it is worn for special occasions like weddings, Idoma meetings and burials. I wore a white lace blouse and a black and red wrapper with beading appliqué. My head tie and shawl were of the same Idoma attire I tied around my waist. The jewelry I wore was a white three-row African beads necklace and white African beads earrings. I wore diamond crisscross strap, block heel, sandals. Ismail wore a burgundy kaftan and babariga to go with my outfit. It took place