Illumi Outfit Novels & Stories

"Come let's get you dressed. I am thinking jeans and a cute sweater as it's a relaxed walk" I open my closet, pulling out a pair of low waisted pretty tight jeans that flare out just a bit at the legs. "What about these ?" "Oh those will make him have dirty dreams about your ass for at least a week". She says with a saucy wink. "They are perfect". "Lumi ! He isn't like that". I feel myself blush. She cocks one eyebrow. "He is a man isn't he, so oh yes he is". Lumi starts rummaging through my closet, pulling out a fitted red and grey knitted sweater with a folded down neckline. "This is cute".

Jillie told him with a smile. He led the way to a room in the back, and she walked inside. I sat in one of the chairs outside the door. She came out a few minutes later with a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans with yellow underneath the rips and a yellow tank top with black music notes on it. I nodded, and she went to change. We continued this until she’d tried on everything she’d picked out. When she was done, she put back a pair of pants and two shirts. We walked over to the cash register, and the same salesperson rang us up.

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.

ISLA I stood in front of the closet, scanning the dresses hung up on sleek, silver hooks. The soft glow of the closet lights highlighted the intricate patterns and delicate fabrics of each dress. Ruby stood behind me, her bright pink hair clips standing out against her dark brown hair, which was styled in loose, bouncy curls. "Girl, you're really struggling with this, aren't you?" Ruby said, laughing, her full lips curling up into a warm smile. I turned to her, frustrated, my eyes scanning her vibrant outfit - a yellow sundress with white flowers embroidered along the hem, paired with a pair of worn-out sneakers.

Emma's face turned pale with panic, and she immediately tried to stop Maverick. "Maverick, whatever this gift is, it can wait! The priority now is the shares!" But she was already too late—Maverick had opened the folder. Dozens of photos spilled out onto the table. In the pictures, Emma looked nothing like the delicate, innocent woman she pretended to be in front of him. Instead, she had heavy smoky eye makeup and was dressed in revealing outfits as she partied at various high-end clubs abroad with different men.

Remmie said after she had finished getting her dress on. I was surprised by the look. Remmie and Reign were both sporting plum dresses. Remmie’s dress The top was a scooped neckline that gave way to her off-the-shoulder straps in a black illusion geometric lace that hid the plum sweetheart neckline of the satin bodice. The simple A-line asymmetrical dress had lace that trimmed the bottom of the dress at the knee before following all the way around to the back and falling in a slight train. I was surprised by the fact that when Remmie turned to show off her dress that there was a peek-a-boo slit that revealed plum shorts that had the same geometrical illusion lace over the ends. Remmie gracio

~ (Ramses) I admired my reflection, the bronze suit gleaming in the dim light. The black accents and tie added a touch of sophistication, while the subtle messiness of my hair lent a hint of rebelliousness. I struck a pose, the bronze undershirt peeking out from beneath the black vest, and smiled, satisfied with my flashy ensemble. Tonight, I was ready to make an impression.

I say, pulling out the curling iron and reaching for the holding spray. Ollie rounds the top of the stairs giggling at what I said. “Can you imagine? The news would be going nuts!” They stop in my doorway, jaw open. “Girl! Who is you trying to impress?” I look back at them. “What? Is something wrong with my outfit?” Looking at myself in the vanity mirror where I’m putting on a coat of lip gloss, I take in my black sleeveless crop top, pleated tartan skirt, and thigh high back lace-up boots. “I think I look nice.”

Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red. Since I was taking point in all the planning, I may have dipped into the terrifying recesses of my twin brother’s fashionista mind to decide what everyone would wear. Ilario won’t wear a black RedSka band tee at the official ceremony but a black luxe dress shirt, tie, and cummerbund set with burgundy embroidery. Based on how Zoe checked him out, he’ll catch a few females’ attention. “Um… yes. Last-minute adjustments. I’m sorry for taking up your appointment time, Luna Katrina.” Ilario answered, obviously still nervous around Zoe.

It’s a specialty store that sells stripper outfits for both men and women. As soon as they got in, Jada found the outfit she was thinking of wearing. A glitter sheer mesh jumpsuit. “Girl, no need to try it on!” Ada exclaimed, obviously excited. “I know, right?” She responded as she walked over to the counter. “Byotch, you need footwear to go with that,” Bambi reminded her then he showed her a pair of 6-inch mesh platforms. Checking the size, Jada took it from him and placed it on the counter as well, “Perfect,” she muttered as the cashier ran her items for checkout.