Marshall Lee Outfit Novels & Stories

“I can stay for a bit, but I have to get back to work too. And I can’t leave your mom alone with the kids for too long either.” Marley smiled, an obviously fake smile. “I’m sure, Dad, and I’ll be fine. Just some small injuries.” Then they turned to me, “do you have some clothes with you?” We were already driving at this point, but we had some clothes in the back. “In the back.” “I only have a shirt on, and I would rather wear underwear when I’m sitting in the car with other people,” they joked. “Oh, really? I can’t see why.” I joked back. “With your bare ass on the leather seats. Sticking to the seat with your ass sweat. I love that.”

She looked at Niel who took a seat on a chair near the cashier counter, he was grabbing a fashion magazine and looking through it. Mary checked Haylee's body measurements and within a few minutes, she grabbed about twenty clothes that matched her body size. She didn't even bother to ask Haylee for her opinion. Mary just took the latest fashion attires and packed them in shopping bags. "Miss... these clothes are too fashionable for me. I'm just a high school student. I can't possibly have anywhere to go that suits these kinds of clothes. Do you have any casual clothes? Something that I can wear daily?" Haylee said softly to Mary.

Right. I rub my hands one final time and stick my chin in the air, straightening my posture and finding my place, like I belong. Mr. Marshall walks up to the microphone. “Good evening, everyone,” he says, capturing the attention of everyone. He's dressed in a classic gray two-piece suit with a well-fitted jacket and trousers. He pairs it with a crisp white shirt and a black tie, complemented by brown dress shoes. I haven't seen Mr. Knight or Tantrums yet. Not that I'm looking.

"It's your wedding day bro, maybe smile a little." Hailey said, arranging Marcel's tie. She was wearing a mini blue gown that Abigail got for her and she was excited. More excited than her brother was. Marcel wore a black tuxedo, his hair was made to fall a little over his face and his shoes were the darkest shades of black. He had his hands beside him balled into fists. He didn't realize it until Hailey pointed it out. His head was plagued with the thought of Racheal.

"Take a look at us." My gaze followed Willow's lead as I observed each of my cousins. Despite our shared unconventional background, we looked like five distinctly different individuals. Lincoln sported The Thristle merchandise, proudly supporting Colby's band, with vibrant tattoos adorning his arm. Maddy rocked cutoff jean shorts even in the winter, a dolphin pendant hanging from her neck, and her dark hair cascading down her chest. I was dressed in jeans and a green Halway Comics shirt, my arms crossed and shoulders squared, no longer feeling the soreness from earlier.

“Won’t he mind?” “Probably.” Eliasen’s grin was feral. “But he’ll get over it. I’ll arrange for proper clothes soon. Something practical.” Her eyes traveled over Lyralei’s body with an assessing look that made Lyralei suddenly aware of how exposed Eliasen’s own outfit was—leather that showed more skin than it covered, practical for fighting but revealing in a way that spoke of complete confidence. Lyralei looked down at her own torn, blood-stained wedding dress, then back at Eliasen’s barely-there leather ensemble. She wondered exactly what kind of clothes Eliasen considered practical.

She needed to stop thinking of the possibility that to Marcello there was no 'us'. After her shower, drying off and picking a cloth to wear, she heads to the walk-in just as Marcello slipped on a black leather jacket. Mariana took in his appearance as she noticed for the first time that he's not wearing a suit. A black T-shirt, black joggers, black leather jacket and a black sneakers. He wore a silver ring on his middle finger. Gosh, those inked fingers looked so sexy. How could a man be so handsome and at the same time hot?

It was tight along the top, making my boobs look enormous and amazing, and spread out loosely in ribbons of tulle and satin bows. “You look way better than I did on my wedding day,” Caralee said. “Well that’s not fair, considering you were basically forced into it.” She laughed. “Good point.” There was a knock on the door. Caralee walked over and answered it. Mason stepped inside. I gaped at him, completely surprised. I was always shocked when I saw one of the boys dressed up, but it was especially shocking to see Mason in a suit. And it was even more shocking that it fit him.

There was a lot of music and dancing, and the hormones of the young adults and teenagers were going wild, perhaps because we were almost close to the full moon. "Mariselle, you look very beautiful," Charlotte, one of the girls whom I had noticed was very flirty with me, said. She must have gotten the wrong memo because I dressed like a boy. I was wearing light wash, baggy jeans, and a white ribbed tank top.

We were invincible, formidable. When Mari emerged from her room, to the stairs and into the Great Room, it was almost like she was a completely different person. She always dressed to kill that I personally find it pleasing watching her play dress up. Personally, I think she's presentable even with just a loose shirt on. Black, I noticed, and white were her power colors. It made her look confident, powerful, like she could conquer the world with pantsuits and heels. She could if she tried. But her clothes today were different. Bright. Like a doll.