Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

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

Kamari “Hey Kamari! Ooh, you look hot! Snazzy jacket!” Naya exclaimed as I got into the jeep. “Hey girl, Thanks! Love the uniform!” I always loved the dance squad uniforms, but I must admit, the uniforms at Sequim College were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Our mascot was the warriors, so the uniform looked like it could have been armor but still showed enough skin to make it sexy. The pleated skirt was high-waisted and made of dark brown leather straps showing the top part of the stomach while the bottom hung mid-thigh with a slit on the side that showed the black shorts underneath. The shirt v’d at the bottom, coming close to the skirt with a corset bodice. The top cut across the chest

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.

I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle. On his left ear, dangled and swayed a sapphire earring, shaped like a drop of tear. But to me, it was like he had a piece of the ocean's depth, where no light could reach, dancing beside his face. He wore his uniform which was similar to Delaney's—albeit not having a cut on the back for wings—neatly. There was another difference as well. His cravat was navy blue instead of forest green and was adorned with a sapphire brooch instead of emerald.

I wave at him as I start walking away. "Not so fast clumsy!" I halt instantly on my steps when he grabs me by the uniform collar. "What?! Let go! My uniform will get wrinkles on it!" I yell at him as I try removing his grip. The uniform we have here is pretty much the same as other school uniforms... with a white blouse and skirt. The only difference is the school emblem, which is a lavender heather wreath. While the color theme of the uniform is a mix of pastel pink and grey.

A month later, Trinity Institute was now entertaining guests once again. The marching band once again displayed their abilities as they paraded around the city. The girls were wearing royal blue jackets with mandarin collar and four golden buttons on both sides lined up at her chest area downwards. They paired it with the royal blue pleated skirt that reached above their knees and white boots with tassels at the top. They have white cotton gloves on, and a royal blue hat with white plume. The same was for the boys except they wore pants. However the leads wore the colors in reverse.

I walked over to the bed and sat beside Bjorn and just gathered him in my arms, drawing him close and burying my face in his hair to inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Mom?” Bjorn wriggled in my arms. “Can you…” “Sorry.” I released him, leaning back, and wiped at my eyes. “You look great, kiddo. Do you like the clothes?” Bjorn nodded and looked down at the uniform. It was a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery along the edges, paired with black pants. “I do like it,” he said. “Gideon—I mean… Dad said it’s traditional. It’s a little hot, but not too uncomfortable.”

I’m not a poorly mannered girl! “Guards!” The King’s command brought a swift reaction. The dining room door swung open, and the guards strode in with disciplined precision, their guns gleaming in the light. Rara observed them with a mix of frustration and despair. They wore long, dark-blue uniforms with black pants and boots. Each guard had a nametag prominently displayed above the breast pocket, their attire signaling their rank and role. The three guards in front were especially striking. Their uniforms were adorned with pendants of varying colors—white, green, and red—indicating their positions. The head guard, bearing the red pendant, stood out with a stern and a

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

Sam passes me on the lawn at a jog after locking the front door, and I can’t help the curl of my lips watching him. When it comes to men in uniforms of any type, it’s generally understood that they all share a few common threads. All of which immediately attract attention, particularly that of women. The township’s game uniforms definitely fit the bill. First, they’re streamlined and timeless, white with navy blue pinstripes and an on-point logo placement that emphasizes Sam’s broad well-made shoulders. Then the top’s smart piping and striped structured sleeves always catch my eye with the sartorial flair and show off his brawny arms in the absolute best way. But the coup de grace is the ple