Illumi Outfit Novels & Stories

It had nothing to do with the power bit but because I was a claimed man just like Zeus was a claimed wolf. Imeela was looking at herself in the mirror, and I let my eyes greedily rake over her choice of outfit. A pair of black shorts and a matching black sports bra. It was a good thing that I was wearing some boxer briefs because I knew that my mate would probably turn me on at some point this morning. That way I was not sporting an obvious hard-on. “Oh, habibi. I love that outfit on you,” she said, eye-fucking me too. “I can honestly say the same,” I told her, growling.

But I could still hear their voices so I guess they followed me. "Fix me, did you hear what Edgar said earlier?" I said to the two of them when I was sitting in my swivel chair and facing the mirror. The two have also started acting, Karmi is already preparing what I will wear for the shoot. Based on what I see Karmi holding, what I will wear is skinny fitted jeans that are dark blue, on the top is a black fitted crop top that shows my cleavage because I am a big woman. To make it less exposed, it also comes with a floral cardigan that is up to the butt and up to the wrist in both hands. On the feet, all I wear is black sandals I wear now with heels.

Only one button is fastened, so her stomach is visible—and she’s quite the mover. On the other side are Meli and Sunny. Meli is wearing a satin nightdress with a drop-shoulder belted robe. Well, she’s stunning and breathtaking in those looks. Sunny, on the other hand, is wearing a dusty purple romantic collar with a three-quarter-length sleeve and plain robe sets. They’re matchy-matchy, but at first, she was really irritated with Sunny. Her moods eat her up.

“Go make Mama proud.” My outfit—if you could even call it that—was pure sin. A tiny black mesh babydoll that barely covered my ass, completely see-through, with thin straps that looked ready to snap at the slightest movement. Underneath, a blood-red thong that disappeared between my cheeks and a matching strappy bralette that pushed my full breasts up like an offering. My nipples were already visible through the sheer fabric. Six-inch black stilettos and thigh-high stockings with delicate lace tops completed the look. Every step made the little bells on my ankle straps chime softly. I looked expensive, filthy, and completely fuckable. Exactly what men like Lucien paid for. I did one last spi

She curled her hair and put a lot of makeup on and looked absolutely filled with glee. Willa wore a black, body con dress which was just as tight as Luzo's and straightened her hair and was doing her makeup at the same time as Luzo with me just lounging on Luzo's bed. "You can look in the mirror, you know, Elle." Luzo said after a while.

Tomorrow evening she would head out to one of the malls on The Strip and buy some appropriate clothing, but since she couldn’t wear what she’d worn on the five hour plane ride out there, for now she was stuck with the slut gear. Rummaging through her suitcase, she tried to find the least revealing outfit possible. It took her several minutes, but finally she settled on a pair of skin tight holey jeans, a cream blouse, that was indeed see through but at least it had a built in tank top beneath it. She then pulled out a pair of cream and copper stiletto sandals with sequins across the toes to complete the outfit. Dragging a hand across her face, she flopped down on the bed as she stared at the

Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful. He whistles as he sees me, making his brothers turn. “Fuck, Lyla,”Achilles says, heat blazing in his eyes. Even Xiomar couldn't disguise his reaction well, eating me up just as I wanted them to. “Do I look good boys,” I say, spinning around. I wore a pair of cheetah print bum shorts,a white baby tee crop top that pushed by boobs so high, I could suck on them. After putting my hair into two braided pigtails and the dark red lips I favoured for when I felt raunchy,I knew I looked hot.

“Announce? Yes, he will announce something. But you will be nothing more to him than a joke.” Before I could understand what was happening, Lumi pulled a small bottle from her bag. She did not hesitate. She poured its contents, a dark, foul smelling black liquid, maybe grease or ink, straight onto the front of my dress. The golden silk absorbed the filth instantly, the stain spreading hideously across my chest and stomach. “Now you finally fit in, you filthy mongrel,” Lumi shoved my shoulder, then left laughing with the others. I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the ruined dress. The world collapsed around me. I started to sob, but then Glacier’s face flashed before my eyes. I cou

“Holy shit…” Millie stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, and she could hardly recognize herself. The dress Cheri had chosen wasn’t just an outfit; it was a bold declaration. The black fabric shimmered faintly under the light, hugging her curves like it had been tailored specifically for her. Elegant yet daring, it featured swirling, asymmetrical cutouts that revealed just enough skin to tease without crossing the line. A high slit ran up one side, revealing her toned leg with every slight movement. The floor-length design balanced the boldness with a sense of grace, making Millie feel like she was stepping into a whole new version of herself.

Calix stepped out from the bathroom and for a moment, Ilana forgot how to breathe. The suit he wore was jet black, tailored to perfection, with an understated sheen that caught the low light. A half-mask of matte obsidian covered the upper half of his face, accentuating the sharp cut of his jaw, the smolder beneath his eyes. He looked dangerous. Regal. Like a man walking into war dressed as a prince. And he was. Ilana’s throat tightened.