Idol Outfit Novels & Stories

Louis was having a lot of fun and when he came out of the locker room with the second outfit, it seemed to be as well received as the first. The shoes were kept, but now the upper body was only adorned with a transparent, black silk shirt with a white print of a cross and the slogan 'Come to the dark side'. The skirt gave way to tight, black trousers which had buckles on the side and silver chains on the waistband. The outfit was completed with a simple, black leather coat that goes down to the ankle. This outfit was also liked by the audience and while the designer, with the help of the assistant, was trying to shoot perfect photos for the catalog, Louis looked at Godric. "N / A? Your partn

Their control. Perhaps a part of me always wanted to become like them. That was why I had prepared an outfit inspired by them years ago, almost as though I already knew a day like this would eventually arrive. I walked toward the hidden wardrobe by the side of my room and opened it slowly. There it was. A deep crimson red leather outfit. Tight fitted bodice reinforced like armor that hugged my waist perfectly. A high collar neckline that made me appear colder and more dangerous. Long leather gloves stretching past my elbows.

Gideon goes off on his son. Joe lowers his voice. “Dad, she's wearing the wrong dress!” he says through gritted teeth. Oh yeah, this entire argument started because I wouldn't wear the outfit he had picked out for me. I see Gideon's face furrow. “What!?” “Yeah, she's wearing the wrong dress!” Gideon turns to look at me. His eyes travel the entire length of my body. My dress is a beautiful, black, long-flowing gown with a small plunge and long dip along the thighs. Classy and elegant for today's event.

When they reached the pool house and changed, "Ok, we need to act like we belong here.' Zayne mind-linked Rafael. They even showered and thanked the Divine Goddess for finding an iron. Well, they really acted as if they belonged. Zayne was overjoyed about the opportunity to be at least able to iron, and when he saw his outfit, he'd eyed Rafael, a huge grateful smile plastered on his face. "I figured you would want to look good while you faced off with your Idol." Rafael shrugged. "Thanks, bud," Zayne got back to ironing his suave outfit. A timeless black, patterned midnight blue jacket with a matching blazer that looks like velvet. The flap is a smooth, silky black bow tie, white shirt with

= = = “Hey! Our part-timer. Wow, today is completely excellent? The suit fit is no joke. You could even make an idol debut!” Assistant Manager Choi, whom she encountered at the event venue, grew his eyes large and blurted out admiration. As Hyeon-sin, who always wore comfortable attire, dressed up in a slim black suit that fit tightly to her body, a boyish beauty and a sharp agent atmosphere oddly coexisted, sweeping away the surroundings' gazes. “An idol debut, what do you mean. It's just that today it's cumbersome to carry something in my hand so I wore a backpack, which seems a bit conspicuous.”

"And he wants you to wear this." She stepped aside, revealing another staff member holding a neatly folded outfit. I recognized it instantly, it was something that Rhett had told me that he wanted me to wear, he had said something about loving women wearing it. But this wasn’t just any version. This was the one with a plunging neckline and scandalous slits that left little to the imagination. I stared at it, my stomach churning.

ISABELLA Everyone is outside. I step out of the building into the gardens just like the rest do. Most people are in a different outfit, more exposed, freer. I am too. My long gown is off, and now, my body is clad in a glittery, V-line cut dress. The gown is sea green and blue with glitter all over, and the length is so short that my thighs are exposed. The V-line cut is so low that my boobs are on display for the eyes of the hungry men to feast on.

Olivia’s POV Zara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as I teased her about her heavy padded jacket. “What are you hiding under there?” I asked, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow. With a dramatic flourish, Zara unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, revealing a stunning outfit that made me gasp. She wore a sleek black halter top that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a high-waisted leather skirt that flared just enough to make her look effortlessly stylish. Her boots, knee-high and laced, added an edge to the ensemble. Zara twirled playfully, the fabric catching the light and shimmering slightly.

The cup had turned to black roasted thing so I hastily threw it over to the other side before turning. Did I just control my demon?! Ida approached us in a red gown with a black beaded lace worn over it. What made it extra was her black long hand glove and the style she made with hair. She was adorable, rather alluring. “Hey, you look good,” I called her over. Noah was quick to move away, leaving us two alone. She raised her brow, “What is good? I can not only look good, I refuse!” she scowled like a baby.