Monsters University Clothes Novels & Stories

I’ve always been envious of the fact that my mom and sisters all share clothes with each other. I wonder if there is anything specific we have to wear to school. Nope. Wear whatever you want. Puma is the one who answers. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to them being in my head. It’s like the universe is paying me back for always being in other people’s heads my whole life. It’s not like I’ve wanted to listen though. I just can’t stop it. It’s hot outside, so I just put on a white sundress. It has spaghetti straps and flares out a Little Aast my waist. It fits perfectly too and isn’t too long. Sometimes, even petite clothes are too tall for me.

Monday mornings aren't my favorites, especially after spending my weekend binge watching movies till late in the evening. Mum came to wake me up as usual because I ignored my alarm. This is the second Monday of the week so we are wearing our other uniform. Black pants with blue shirt and blue black sweat shirt. Some wear black vest instead of sweat shirt. I was wearing the sweat shirt because the weather looks foggy today. I put my hair into a messy bun and did some mascara and peach lip gloss.

"Don't worry Kylie, and congratulations on your win." "Thank you." I beamed before hastily running to the shower. Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into a lace wide scoop neck shirt which hugged my body with three quarter length sleeves, a simple white cropped short sleeved blouse, a pair of smoky patterned harem pants which hid the cast and a pair of ankle boots. I waved my damp hair as I stepped into the main common room. I noticed that the Moroi boys were dressed in casual but more party like clothes and I could only guess that they'd gone shopping. I blinked in surprise at the outfits that the four of them wore. All four were wearing almost the same thing;

I think I've already worn it like last week. Today is Monday, which means we are free to we're anything we want. The students can pick any clothes they want- except every Wednesday. The uniform in school is pretty and all but the school just wanted it to always show on Wednesday. As I picked out my clothes- long sleeves, with a coat over, and pants for spring- I opened the door of my bedroom, welcomed with a black wall, of course. I look at the right side and walk down the stairs, a good thing I picked the room near the stairs because these stairs are enormous.

“But, is it just me, or do your eyes look a bit swollen?” “Ah, I guess so,” I rubbed my right eye, “I couldn’t sleep well last night.” I forced out a chuckle. “I mean, the new room again, first day at the academy and all.” I turned to the body mirror outside the closet. "But, the academy's uniform is quite . . . you know, fancy for students?" I looked back inside my closet, where several copies of the uniform were stashed. "They won't make us pay for these, will they?" "No, although the uniforms look expensive, they are actually not that costly," Morris said. "As long as we get things done right, they won't say a thing about those outfits wasted on us. Besides, the Young Master was the one w

“We have to figure out who doctored those pictures though.” “We can’t do that until monday. For now, just relax and let me show you how much I love you.” We spend pretty much the entire weekend in bed, other than the short trip we made to my house to pick up some clothes and when Monday rolls morning rolls around, it feels like someone is poking a hole in the perfect little bubble we created. We get ready for school and when Monroe comes out of her closet wearing black jeans with rips all down the front, a tight black cropped top and a choker necklace with her hair up in a high ponytail, I give her a smirk.

He didn’t know much about weapons, since his knowledge about weapons from the previous world is only about guns, and he could only see a few guns and pistols there. The clothing store, however, is kind of unique. It sells hunting gears, obviously, and Claude even eyed something for a good few seconds. But it also sells armor, and armor dress. It reminded him a bit of that animated movie about a certain female knightess with blue battle dress. The difference is this one’s red, and not as puffy. Clearly, the dress’ skirt is just an accessory, because there’s also a pair of long armor pants and boots underneath the skirt.

First day of school and I was already late. I don’t know how I did it, but a few minutes later, I was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the academy uniform—a fitted black blazer with four wolves holding hands to indicate unity, an image I assumed had to be the Moondew crest, was stitched on the pocket, a white blouse, and a plain navy skirt. It wasn’t bad, but it felt…wrong. I was used to short skirts, but certainly not a jacket. This felt like a costume.

"First day of classes! Aren't you excited?" "Thrilled," I muttered, dragging myself to the small bathroom attached to our room. The uniform waiting in our wardrobe was a surprise. I'd expected something traditional, conservative. Instead, it was modern and form-fitting—black pants, a crimson silk shirt, and a black blazer with the academy crest embroidered in silver thread. A wolf and a human, circling each other eternally. "We look amazing," Sophie gushed, admiring herself in the mirror. "Like we actually belong here."

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.