Idol Outfit Novels & Stories

Ilya is going to kill Valen. It’s finally official. Ilya is dressed in a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck top. The fabric hugs his muscular body, displaying his biceps and triceps and his toned midsection with abs showing underneath the fitted top, while his pants are high-waisted black trousers that hug his waist and hips perfectly like a seductress. However, what Ilya is wearing is the least of his problems. His biggest problem is what he smells like; lavender, Ilya’s natural scent, was given to him in a bottle of perfume.

Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle. The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swell of my breasts. The hem was ending mid-thigh to show off my legs. I wore nothing underneath,just like Daddy ordered. I smiled at my reflection, imagining Richard's face when he saw me.

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.

, Aiden tackles me as I stand infront of a mirror with him behind me, both hands in his pocket. "You really hate seeing me happy", I roll my eyes and my eyes lands on the mirror. I look ravishing today. I am wearing a red and white palazzo, a white singlet and a long jacket that sweeps the ground and a hat. I and Aiden dressed on the same attire. They sent materials for everyone. The Darc love uniformity. I am wearing a diamond earring, necklace and wrist watch. On my hand is my white purse. I curled my hair into a bun and did a light make up.

“How would you like a position in my mother’s cosmetics company?” “I would love that very much, Princess,” Sulia beamed, her eyes shining for the first time since I’d arrived. She still had a future ahead of her. And the people who thought it was acceptable to traffic innocent girls like merchandise would soon learn exactly what consequences felt like. Her hands stilled for a second, surprise flashing in her eyes before hope replaced it. When I finally saw the outfit they expected me to wear, my expression hardened. The two-piece gold outfit was barely more than a bathing suit. It shimmered under the light, designed to expose more than it concealed.

Id talked to Roxie and when Id arrived at the club Id gone in to change my clothes and do my hair. My hair was easy, it fell in straight, golden sheets down my back. The dress was the hard part. Shed put a pure white satin gown out for me, and a red one, with a strapless top that would fit my form exactly because the fabric was stretchy. I chose the white one because of the shimmer and the purity the white symbolized.

I still found the whole stuff overwhelming. The outfit consisted of a black crop top, an oversized blue jean jacket and baggy black striped denim jeans. I would be rocking it with Noami’s chunky boots. And this attire sufficed because I had refused to wear anything tight like the short skirt she had brought out or the tiny pants that had hugged every curve I owned. I didn't want Adam thinking that I was dressing up because of him. But was that notion unavoidable, especially since the whole school knew of my wardrobe? What manner of bullying will color my day tomorrow?

m. “Finally,” I muttered, standing. Rowan groaned. “Please stop calling it cult night.” “Then they should stop making it feel like cult night.” He didn’t argue. I went into my room. The outfit was already laid out. White dress. Simple. Long sleeves. High neck. Fitted at the waist. Innocent on purpose. I stared at it for a moment too long. Then picked it up. “Symbolic bullshit,” I muttered. The black cloak sat beside it.

he said, stretching out on the couch. "Cool. I’ll hit up Hayden." I shot Hayden a text about the party, but—surprise, surprise—no response. He was probably busy or just straight-up ignoring his phone like usual. After chilling with Finley for a bit, I called it a night and headed back to my room. Lying in bed, I pulled up I*******m and P*******t, scrolling through futuristic costume ideas. After what felt like forever, I finally found the one—a sick-ass silver outfit with holographic details, inspired by Nova from Cybernetic Dawn. It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off.

“Congratulations. That is fantastic news. Onyx shakes Aiden’s hand before excusing himself to collect something. Onyx has a Gold, White, and Blue box as he returns. “What is this?” King Aiden asks Onyx as he hands it to the two of them. “Just a little something.” Onyx stands behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach to watch the pair of them. “I will hold it; you open it.” Aiden requests Judith. She slowly slips the cover off the box and holds up the little jumpsuit for the prince. “Oh, look how gorgeous this is!” Judith is overjoyed looking at all of the details on the little outfit. “Where did you find this? I was looking for something similar when Aiden told me we needed an introduct