Idol Outfit Novels & Stories

“Sip it slow, baby.” “You know,” Adam said, raising a brow behind his devil mask, “I’ve never seen you this dressed up.” I looked down at my outfit. The shimmering black skirt barely skimmed mid-thigh, and the lace crop top clung to every curve. The half-mask glittered like secrets across my cheekbones. “Yeah, well,” I said. “It’s not every night I let you idiots drag me to a club where the dress code is basically ‘stripper but make it couture.’”

The reason why I’m combing my hair carefully and making sure nothing’s stuck in my teeth even though I brushed my teeth after drinking blood is because of my wife, my beautiful wife Sofia. What can I say? She just brings out the best in me. I’m in a sleek, regal military-inspired outfit in black and crimson. It features a tailored high-collar jacket with red gemstone buttons, a diagonal crimson sash, silver chains and a dragon-shaped shoulder brooch. A dramatic red-lined cape drapes from one shoulder, paired with fitted black trousers adorned with silver accents and knee-high black boots. My gods, Sofia has me meticulously inspecting my outfits. Very soon I’ll know the names of all the cloth

Soft traditional music played in the background and I wondered where it came from as I saw no sound system. I sat at a corner alone, admiring how beautiful everyone looked and condemning my dress. I wore a short black dress with diamond glitters. I had jade necklace, bangles and earrings. Diamond studded piercings on my eyebrow and lower lip. I wore light makeup and flat sandals. I hated my outfit and wished to have these beautiful patterned wears and colourful beads instead. I wished to go barefoot and wondered how these native cosmetics would look like on me. "Why is Grand Commander of the Universe alone?" Jide whispered in my ear, making me jerk at the ambush.

We saw Orora waiting for us in the living room, and when she sensed our presence, she raised her brows at us. "Shall we teleport now?" She asked impatiently. I just smiled at my sister, who, for the first time, wore a bright outfit. She was drop-dead gorgeous in her simple strapless one-piece attire that exposed her beautiful collarbone and flawless legs. "How does your outfit stay like that?" Demeter asked, creasing her eyebrows at Orora's top. "Did you put magic in your attire tonight?" She referring to the strapless dress. Obviously, Orora put some hocus-pocus on her attire. If not, her dress would have fallen on the floor, leaving her with only her innerwear.

" Isabella looked at her outfit. She wore a simple dark green floral dress, sleeveless, with a knee-length bell skirt and matching sneakers, it was a simple outfit, not ostentatious. Of course, there were much more beautiful and striking clothes in the boutique, but that didn't interest her. That was one of the few outfits he could find according to his taste and that could serve him for a modest life after the cruise ended. "Hey, Isa..." Aiden settled into the seat next to him. "Does it bother you if I stay at this table with you?" "No, but..." "Great, because I think I'd be better off sharing a table with you, you know..." Aiden winked at him. “At the table of the exiles...

“I'm always accurate.” In order to come up with a perfect comeback, Idara had to study Tayo's outfit for a moment. Basically, he was wearing a brown cap, a sleek wine-colored jacket with grey stripes, an off-white T-shirt inside, coupled with a fitted dark blue jeans, and a pair of reddish palm slippers. The man surely had a dope fashion sense.

Deliberate. Ilda stepped forward, her black leather boots clicking against the concrete. She wore a fitted black outfit—high-waisted pants and a black blouse tucked neatly into them, the deep red of her coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. A black cap covered most of her hair, and large sunglasses shielded her expression. Except for her lips. Painted a striking shade of crimson, they curled into a slow, taunting smile. Reaching him, she crouched down, eyes gleaming behind the shades as she reached for the edge of the tape.

"Too distracting?" Yeah. I heard him clearly. Oh, I’ll show him distracting. ****** I changed into something worse. A black bodycon dress that clung to every inch of me like it was painted on. Long sleeves, high neck—but sheer. Sheer enough that the outline of my lingerie teased beneath it, enough to make anyone double-take and regret it. The dress was even shorter than his own. Isadora's wardrobe never disappoints. I added sharp heels– higher than the first one– blood-red lipstick, and pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I blinked cutely at myself in the mirror, giggling.

Frier’s POV I didn't have any special thing planned out for his so called parents to I'm just gonna go with the flow and play it by ear. We arrived their presence and as usual Adam was looking sharp in his tailored made attire. Tonight he wasn't on a suit and I wondered if the creative design of his outfit had a meaning linked to his retirement. It had a distinct theme to it. The layers of fabric were formal but not sophisticated, unlike Juliet’s screaming dress. Everything she was embedded in had an intention and it was clearly to feed the eyes of those who cared to envy.

Julia~ She sat among the crowd, wearing a black wide-brim hat with a long veil. Her outfit was so outstanding that it didn't just steal people's anger, it stole their view. But nobody could complain much, because it was a fashion show. They were meant to wear the most bizarre things and pass it off as art. Someone even wore a gown made entirely of measuring tape, and another showed up in a glass corset that looked like it might shatter with one wrong move.