Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

(Marlo) As I got off from my Airship, as always, Holgun and the entire welcoming staff were already lined up perfectly to greet me. At this point I don’t even want to say anything to rebuke their efforts in welcoming me, I just accept them all. Holgun, naturally were at the head of the pack on the right side, and then the Old Marlo, on the left side, fully dressed in his new official, office suit. It just a simple Navy blue office suit with white button shirt inside and a black necktie to finish it off. On earth, this outfit kinda a bit lack luster, but in Aeternum here in Fantasma, this suit is expensive and also, it was only issued by the government and thus, only an official Aeternum gove

They were all pampered and entertained. Annika’s eyes were everywhere looking for the captain; she wanted to see him in his captain’s uniform, where he wears his white and black trousers, his white jacket with his bars on his shoulders, his captain’s hat, and his name tags. The captain looks so dashing in his formal uniform. However, he is nowhere to be seen.

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

Tutal di naman masyadong magalaw ang pwesto ko, nakakangalay nga lang tumayo sa harap para kumuha ng order ng costumers. Halos magkasabay lamang kami ni Marylou ng lumabas suot ang uniform. Pang-itaas lang naman ang pinalitan namin ng pulang blouse at itim na blaiser. Since nakapalda na din naman ako at sapatos, naging mas mabilis na din iyon.

But I was surprised to see how well the uniform fit me, even though it had looked big before I wore it. "It’s enchanted. It takes the size of the person who wears it for the first time after the spell." Lana said from behind me. "Witches are amazing." I said, checking my uniform in the mirror. Our cupboards had separate mirrors for each of us, which made getting ready much quicker. The uniform was nice and I really liked it. It was a navy-blue checked blazer with light brown piping, gold buttons, and the academy’s emblem on the chest. Beneath the blazer was a white shirt with a red collar. Red was the symbolic colour of our house. The outfit was paired with a pleated navy skirt, black knee-h

I questioned in a sigh at Vannessa who was just busy tying the strings of the uniform behind her back. The material was in a blue shade and appeared like a refined hospital scrub. It had four pockets. Two pockets at the top corner on each side of the breasts while the other was on the thigh side as front pockets. It was around 2 in the afternoon, and everyone in the pack was busting with activity. The pack house was worst as last minute preparations were ongoing before his arrival which could be anytime. “You know it won't be pretty if Amanda shows up here right?” The maid went on to say in more of a question.

Nothing was out in the open except for a few cologne bottles, but they were fixed neatly on the dresser, so I assumed that was where they belonged. I walked over to the dresser. I knelt and opened the bottom drawer to reveal two neat stacks of clothes. The pile on the right was hoodies, and the stack to the left was sweatshirts. I grabbed the stack of sweatshirts to look for one I liked. As I looked through the pile, I saw one that was a familiar shade of green. I took it out, so I could look at it. The Marine Corps Eagle, Globe, and Anchor were printed on the left breast. This was an official Marine Corps P.T. sweatshirt. I looked at the tag on the sweatshirt and saw 'Carter' neatly written

I never blended in well with them and I didn't feel like putting in the effort, especially when they did things I didn't want to do. " It'll go well." I mumble to myself, patting down invincible creases on my school skirt. I learnt that in Hilton Raven Heights Academy, an official school uniform is mandatory. So this puts less pressure on me to look for something to wear every day. Maroon red, Navy and white are the representative colours. A navy and maroon red check skirt with white shirt and navy blazer. Sewn figures of a raven, shield, mountain to represent the heights and graduation hat all feature on the badge. For preference purposes, the females either choose to pair their uniform wit

Dog walks beside me, barefoot and unclothed except for his tight black shorts and the dog tags jingling across his chest. Kane and Truk, however, took up position behind us. The two are undercover, dressed in security uniforms. The clothes are too small for them, and the fabric is stretched so tight around their huge Alpha physiques that little ovals of skin are showing between the buttons that are dangling for life. In Kane's case, the seams along his shoulders have even started to tear, and he has to walk with stiff, awkward movements to keep from completely tearing his uniform. Truk's long hair is tucked under his black uniform cap. None of them are wearing boots.