Kaeya Outfits Novels & Stories

It made her look more mature than a twenty-one year old and she seemed proud of it. We are all leaving the shop now and Kay is taking us somewhere. I have no clue where we are going, I hope no where fancy. I mean I'm wearing a maroon long sleeved romper, warm black leggings, a white infinity scarf, and combat boots. This is actually an outfit that Taylor designed. I love it to pieces and thank the lord that Taylor works at my office.

She also used their body language to mark them. Kaylee was in a long gray hoodie that stopped above her knee, wearing black sneakers. She carried the other two and was a bit free. Her hair was also wavy and down. Katida was stern and indeed unfriendly. She dressed to impress. Wearing a tight skimpy pink strapless gown at that time of the night. Lana nearly scoffed at how gorgeous she looked. Her hair was held firmly to the back, forming a ponytail.

his outfit was a tight-fitting long-sleeved top and long pants, they were black with gold trim, a golden dragon emblazed on the chest of his top. “You’re forgetting a piece” Kealy called out, holding up a black cloth that was folded. “What on earth is that?” Rex asked, walking towards Kealy to get a better look. “It is your flowing cape of course!” Kealy responded, holding the top of the cloth, giving it a flick, it unfolded into a long black cape. “You’ve got to be bloody kidding, with that hanging off me, I am definitely going to look stupid” Rex wailed. “Part of the royal outfit, not negotiable” Kealy said with a stern voice, motioning Rex to rotate so she could add on the cape.

KAYLA'S POV I stood before the mirror, doing a final check over my look. I was putting on one of the dresses from my collection. It was a red and black gown that stretched below my knees. Exaggerated puffy sleeves, turtle neck, with a stylish opening that mapped from the valley between my breasts, down to my belly button. I had my hair packed in a neat, sleek, ponytail, my baby hair beautifully done. Just then, Jeffery appeared behind me, circling his hands round my waist.

KEENA I race up the stairs and into my old bedroom. I pull the pink lingerie bag out from underneath my bed. It has been hiding there since Kayla gave it to me for my birthday. Luckily none of the fires have damaged the packaging or what is inside. Originally this outfit was meant for Jarek but now I know that it was never truly for him.

I mouthed before stepping out the hall keeping my head low, I hurried down Azel’s maid uniform clung awkwardly to my frame. When I finally found him, lounging by one of the side chambers, I was more nervous than I expected. His grin stretched wide as his eyes landed on me, taking in my new outfit. “Well, well, well,” Kain said, his voice dripping with amusement. “What in the world are you wearing, Kayla?” I felt my face burn with embarrassment. This was a bad idea. But I was already here, and there was no turning back now. I straightened my shoulders and tried to sound more confident than I felt. “I came to see you. I need to talk.”

My power surged. This time— I didn’t hold it back. Sparks exploded across my skin, brighter than before, stronger, responding not just to fear— But to anger. Kael didn’t stop me. Didn’t warn me. He just shifted slightly closer. Matching my stance. Matching my energy. Two sides. One line. The man’s smile faded completely. For the first time— He looked serious. “Careful,” he said. “You don’t even know what you are yet.” I met his gaze.

Manny P.O.V Keya and her family are having a great time. Good, that’s what we came here for. And we’ve taken a shitload of pictures. I even recorded us with my camcorder. I want some memories to show our kids one day. She looks fine as hell with her fiery red curls up in a ponytail. Wearing some white denim booty shorts and a red tank top, which she’s twisted in a knot, showing off her toned midriff. I’m matching her in a red tank top and white cargo shorts. I love matching with my Girl, it’s a way of showing people we’re together. And Not to Touch My Shit!

She needs a friend her age, so he agreed unwillingly. Kaylee on the other hand could also see that her father had not wanted to agree but whatever. She just shrugged it off. ... The next morning... "Good morning", Kavinsky greeted with a cheeky smile as he took in Kaylee's appearance. She wore a white tank top that reached just above her navel and a black baggy trouser. She held a black Jean jacket in her left arm and he assumed that she was going to use it on her clothes to cover herself later.

As if they had let her go. Kael returned a few minutes later. His arms were full—gear, weapons, leather straps, a pile of clothes dragged from an old, dusty chest. He knelt and spread the bundle on the ground. "These were all mine," he said in a dry tone. "Haven't used them in a long time." Rea's eyes flickered with interest. Kael pulled out a black, leather-and-fabric bodysuit—tight-fitting, form-fitting, designed for carrying daggers and small weapons. Too elegant for a man, but perfect for Rea's shape.