Kakashi Maid Outfit Novels & Stories

Snow nodded and said coldly, “That’s why the Frost family hired the Krads and sent Aiden…” … In the car tailing Kaze and Snow sat Aiden, dressed in a white suit. He leaned back with legs crossed and a cigar smoldering between his fingers. He expressionlessly stared at the car in front, his gaze icy. Beside him was a woman in a traditional Ryokanian outfit. Her black traditional outfit had golden linings around the edges and an open chest design, showing off her large bosoms wrapped in bandages and her shoulder with a tattoo in red and green.

Fuck the semantics. I laughed. Kai had been getting more and more bold the past few days. 'This is an important ceremony Kai. For the first time, we are going to be connected to a pack.' She huffed and I could feel her frustration. I rolled my eyes. Looking back in the mirror, I looked over myself. I was wearing the same midnight blue he was, but my dress was made to look like a greek goddess. It reminded me a lot of the Gathering dress I had made, but this was far more presentable. It tied at the shoulders and created a trail in the back. The midnight blue was only broken up by silver stars that were shooting across the dress. I did look very nice, my near white hair stood out even more, al

At least it wouldn't give me this tingling feeling that forces me to take off my shirt from the heat, anxiety, and rapid beating of my heart. Having done this, I receive a few longing glances from girls who would not think twice about my pairing, either at the festival or in bed. Together, we would build a traditional family, leading an ordinary life in Skyfall. But, ordinary is not attractive as much as the pairs of black eyes that arrived this instant. Akira carries a basket of feathers for the making of the ordinances we will use later. They are needed to assemble the traditional costume.

I put my phone aside, eventually and carefully peeled off my blouse and jeans as I squeezed my body into the maid uniform. Ever since I started earning money from Dominic, I started to gain a few pounds and bits of flesh in the right places, so the maid uniform started to fit me less and less. If I had continued to earn that type of case from him, by the following week, the uniform would be ripping, and it would be much harder to get on.

I start the shower and stand under the hot water, letting it pour over me. It takes considerable strength to turn off the faucets. Dripping wet, I walk out of the shower, only to be greeted by clothes in the most girly shade of pink ever. Lacy is the complete opposite of me. She enjoys her femininity and will flaunt it whenever she can. It’s one of her endearing qualities. With her perky blonde hair that is never not styled and lipstick continually in either pink or a very light red, she and I look like day and night.

And at the top of the stairs, standing like three pillars of shadow and power, were the Apex Alphas. Kael wore black and silver, his obsidian eyes fixed on me with burning intensity. Ronan stood in a fitted charcoal suit, his grey eyes widening as he took in the dress. And Zephyr—pale, cold, unreadable—wore white and silver, his lips parting slightly as I descended. The crowd went silent. Every eye turned to me. Whispers rippled through the hall, sharp and curious. “Who is that?” “Is that the maid?”

With my skin refreshed and rejuvenated, I turned my attention to getting dressed. I reminded myself to keep a low profile, so I chose a simple outfit, something an omega would wear. I selected a humble cloth, nothing fancy or extravagant, just a plain but clean and comfortable garment. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, especially not as a princess in disguise. My goal was to blend in, to be just another omega, not to stand out as royalty. With my outfit chosen, I dressed quickly, making sure to look as unassuming as possible.

“You’re really the maid?” “I really am,” I replied, trying to remain polite, and closing the door behind her. But my wolf was on edge for some reason. Oh, I definitely could take this girl on, I wasn't worried about that. But I couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about her, that made her even more dangerous than a rogue… “Where’s your outfit?” she asked, her scrutinizing gaze roaming over my day-to-day outfit - jeans and a T-shirt. My jaw dropped. Was this girl for real? Or just hadn’t realized we’d left the Stone Age some time ago?

She was beginning to break down a bit, and he could see it. “Kid go for a walk,” CJ stated as he could see it as well. She turned and walked out as she did all the men’s eyes widened for a split second except for one. When she clear the tent flaps and CJ could see she was far enough away. “What is that thing she is wearing?” “It’s clothes more specifically, a shirt and a pair of shorts,” Mitsuhide said sarcastically. “Your clothes,” CJ and Nobunaga said at the same time.

Yet, the temptation is too strong that now, I am here, in this dress. Then I see Theo, and I can’t help but lock eyes with him. My heart skips a beat. He is dressed in formal clothes and he looks dashing, like the first time I’ve seen him in formal clothes. “Kaiya!” I shift my attention to the voice. It’s Ami, wearing a simple light orange dress that ends just above her knees. Her outfit is soft and flexible, as if she is always prepared to fight. She waves at me. Her hair is loose except for a simple clip to keep her hair away from her face. And I can see a pair of pearl earrings too.