Illumi Outfit Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t know why his words set me off, but they did and now, now he’d see what kind of outfits Elle left me with. I pulled out a push up bra that made my normally modest breasts look massive, and slipped on a small dark blue dress. It was skin-tight, revealed all the cleavage I could muster, and had a pattern of ribbed strips wrapping around my body in an upside down ‘V’ formation. It was also so short that it didn’t even make it to mid thigh, but I slipped on a pair of wedged sandals, put my hair up into a messy bun, and swung the closet door open.

Rebellious Lillian had been so ingrained in my life that I couldn't get rid of her. I take off my pajamas, leaving only my panties, the white T"shirt is the first thing I wear, it has long sleeves, has a few buttons and I leave three of them open, exposing part of my bra"free breasts. Then I put on the skirt, it's black, checkered, it goes down to the thighs and has two suspenders. "Love, I didn't find your cell phone.. why did you lock the door? " Adam forces the doorknob.

Soft music plays in the background, and there are posters bearing the brand logo, name, and my face on them. My palm starts to sweat and I quickly rub it off on my trousers. My outfit is a simple pair of baggy Jeans with some kind of complicated design on them. I paired it with a simple white tube top and a long-sleeved red tweed jacket. Everything I have on from head to toe is all from Lumiere. “Aria, thank goodness you made it,” Catherine calls as she comes into view. She looks stunning as usual dressed in a simple short black dress and a pair of killer boots.

***POV: Amara*** Imogen, Violet, and I put on the finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the men’s reaction to our outfits. Imogen is wearing a little black dress, with a flirty type skirt, and mesh panels above and below her cleavage. It’s short and sexy while still young, she is just 17 after all. Violet is wearing a slinky sequined number, silver with some abstract black lines through it, and a deep v in the front. Girlfriend looks hot, and I just know Cyrus is going to lose his mind when he sees her.

The outfit Noah picked out looked amazing on her. A fitted top with off-the-shoulder long sleeves, black leggings, and a simple pair of flats. She did her hair in a half-ponytail and wore light makeup. She never overdid it when it came to makeup. She was more natural, and that is exactly how I liked it. Most girls put too much makeup on. Not Emelia, she is naturally gorgeous. She got into the backseat, and I started the engine. "So, are you going to tell me where we are going now?"

Ilia opened her eyes slowly, feeling the soft warmth of sunlight against her skin. Confusion washed over her as she sat up, the blankets pooling around her waist. She gasped, realizing she was completely nude. Her mist dress, the delicate fabric that had always shielded her modesty, was gone. Vanished as though it had never existed.

Deliberate. Ilda stepped forward, her black leather boots clicking against the concrete. She wore a fitted black outfit—high-waisted pants and a black blouse tucked neatly into them, the deep red of her coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. A black cap covered most of her hair, and large sunglasses shielded her expression. Except for her lips. Painted a striking shade of crimson, they curled into a slow, taunting smile. Reaching him, she crouched down, eyes gleaming behind the shades as she reached for the edge of the tape.