Illumi Outfit Novels & Stories

We don’t touch her in any way, and we even bring her in on the conversations since it’s just us, just before the other employees start showing up, I have her go get dressed in the outfit that I brought for tonight, if you want to call it that. “Damn Lil’ D, you have out done yourself this time!” Jude whistles as Ella comes back. She isn’t completely naked, but it’s a step towards that as the outfit is completely sheer in a shimmery silver, and with her collars around her neck, she looks fucking perfect. I look her up and down as I appreciate her beauty. She’s always been pretty, but damn, womanhood has definitely done well for her. She’s been blessed with all the right curves in all the righ

The five of them had migrated from the bed to the low black leather sectional—Nico in the middle, legs stretched out, Elara and Liora tucked against his sides, Ravenna sprawled across their laps like a contented panther, Seraphina sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them, tablet propped on her knees. The suite tablet was open to the boutique delivery portal. Outfits hung in the walk-in closet like battle armor waiting to be claimed: black and crimson as the base, silver and deep violet accents, leather and charcoal gray textures, custom fang wristbands gleaming on a velvet tray. They were doing outfit try-ons—casual, playful, no pressure. Elara stood in front of the full-length mir

Happy enough at the reflection, and at least she hadn’t made me look like a drag queen, I nodded my approval and moved onto the outfit that she had picked out for me. Just as I had feared, the outfit was far too short, and showed way more than I felt comfortable in showing. The highly sequined backless number was nothing but a scrap of fabric covering my arse and chest. It fastened around my neck in a halter style, the front sweeping down exposing my cleavage. The back stooped down to a mere few centimetres from the top of my arse, leaving the entirety of my back on display. It left little for the imagination, and due to the cut, I couldn’t even holster my boobs in a bra. But Elle was determ

Still, she managed to pull it off. We stood around until everyone joined us. Grim and all the rest of the guys were wearing similar outfits. Jeans and a basic shirt that still showed off all their muscles. Lilith was wearing some leggings with boots that stopped just above her knees. Peggy and Veronica were wearing mini skirts that showed off their perfectly toned legs. With t-shirts tucked into their skirts, it looked relaxed but still dressy. Their ankle boots looked far more western than mine did. “Everyone ready?” Grim looked around for anyone to suggest otherwise. “Good, let’s go.”

I had put on smokey eye makeup with gothic plum matte lipstick and painted my nails black too. Emilio wore a pair of blue jeans with a fitting white polo t-shirt that accentuated his muscles perfectly. He had left his long blonde hair open and he looked sexy as fuck. I glared at Salma as she spun the bottle knowing the bitch was definitely up to something. She was wearing a very short sequined red dress with her boobs almost spilling out of the dress and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. The bottle spun for a few seconds on the table then stopped and I frowned. The top part was pointing at me while the bottom was pointing at a certain male warrior whose name I didn’t know.

From what I’ve come to notice these past few days back in the land of the living, there seems to be an issue between the two of them. Tamil is flaunting her fit body in a white strappy dress that hugs her small curves and stops just shy of her mid-thighs. Lillian vehemently opposed to wearing anything too revealing and opted for a cropped red top which is showing off her midriff and dark skinny, ripped jeans.

Her skin is a unique greyish beige with the same glittering gold as her sister and both are dressed in stunning gold gowns. Aiyla is wearing a gold, low-cut spaghetti strap dress with sequins patterned mostly on the bodice and train as it skims the floor, while Gokcen is in a black dress with golden flowers and one-shoulder volume cape sleeve, and a side slit that goes up to her knee. I appreciate anyone who can dress on theme. “This is my first time ever meeting an irshiust,” Lemuel informs them. “And our first time meeting a visum who is Queen of the sirna,” Aiyla teases.

Underneath the skirt, I had inserted a red fabric, which also glowed. If someone previously told me that I could combine a Xenomorph (Alien, 8th Passenger) into a divine dress, I wouldn't have believed it myself. But it was real and right in front of me. Liam's suit consisted of several layers. The shirt was black with the top part fashioned in red and gold tones. It also sported a structure that glowed, as though it were blood coursing through someone’s veins. The overcoat had structured golden tips while the legs of the slacks were made from black and red fabric.

The Hell Club. As soon as I drop off my duffle bag, I grab my new clothes and head to the bathroom to change. The only thing we all have to wear is the same black apron and a black top of our choice. The new top Isabella got me has a sheer fabric covering my arm, shoulders and stops just above the dark black fabric covering my chest and stomach. I’m matching it with a pair of skinny jeans and some black wedge boots. I’ve never worn anything like it and when I see myself in the mirror, I can’t help but smile. Isabella gave me some easy make-up to put on in a little pouch and instructions on how to use it.

I don't think I'd be able to stay hidden if another male touched her tonight. As Elle is engulfed in a stream of light from a strobe, I nearly buckle over at the sight before me. Dressed in a green, low-cut satin dress with gladiator wrap sandals, she looks like the club version of Poison Ivy. Is she trying to get other males' attention dressed like that? "Where do you think he is going?" Matt asks as he shakes my arm and points into the crowd at a retreating Alpha Jonah weaving his way through the humans once more.