Oc Outfit Challenge Novels & Stories

Still, she managed to pull it off. We stood around until everyone joined us. Grim and all the rest of the guys were wearing similar outfits. Jeans and a basic shirt that still showed off all their muscles. Lilith was wearing some leggings with boots that stopped just above her knees. Peggy and Veronica were wearing mini skirts that showed off their perfectly toned legs. With t-shirts tucked into their skirts, it looked relaxed but still dressy. Their ankle boots looked far more western than mine did. “Everyone ready?” Grim looked around for anyone to suggest otherwise. “Good, let’s go.”

I had put on three dresses and I’d walk out and Mack and Frank would immediately tell me to go back and change. It was getting quite infuriating. On my fourth outfit, I decided on a simple outfit instead of something that would make Mack and Frank disapprove of my outfit. Again. I picked out ripped blue jeans with an off-the-shoulder black shirt with some Adidas sneakers. As for my hair, I grabbed an orange scrunchie, put it in my hair, and did a high ponytail.

He’s free to ogle over other women and I’m not allowed to even admire one? I pout defiantly and shrug my shoulders to let him know I don’t care what he thinks. Henry jumps down from the platform and confronts the challenger. He tosses a smirk at me, peeling off his dark shirt and when that clothing comes off his damned muscly build…my eyes are nearly dropping out of their sockets and my face has turned into an Inferno.

She stared at the gown draped over the velvet ottoman—a shimmering cascade of midnight-blue fabric that looked more like liquid shadow than silk. “It is not a noose, Sofia. It is a flag,” Phuwin Montague replied, his reflection appearing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind her. He was already dressed in a formal obsidian suit, his golden eyes cool and calculating. “Tonight, I am challenging the Abribi Covenant’s claim on your soul. If you appear as a slum-rat, they will treat you like property to be recovered. If you appear as my guest of honor, they must treat you as a sovereign entity. The clothes are the armor you need for this specific battlefield.”

She said, I nodded, "Ah, I see!" 'CRASH!’ I heard from behind us. My neck snapped back immediately. There was Alex, tumbling over a table of drinks, he didn't care if the bottles would cause some damage or not. “Challenge accepted." He yelled. Everyone circled around him and a guy with long beards. The guy ripped his shirt off and silence took over. “Challenge accepted?” I whispered. Rachel shushed me, "Shh…. they're having a challenge.". I nodded even though I was scared of whatever would happen next.

I cross to the duffel I packed this morning. Inside, near the bottom, in a soft black drawstring bag, are four items Oliver bought that we have not used yet. I pull one out and toss it to him. It is black. Lace. A pair of shorts cut high on the thigh, a satin waistband, fine scalloped edges. He catches the fabric mid-air. Turns it over in his hands. His mouth opens and closes. "You will wear that under your trousers tonight," I tell him. "And when we are at the club, you are wearing only that. On the cross. For everyone in the room to see."

Dad announced through the mic. “The first challenger is from thunderstrike pack. Presenting you, our best warrior Axel” Axel was a big guy, his biceps bulging as he stood inside the ring. He had tattoo on his arms and chest. “For the first challenge, they will fight in their human form” Alpha Cedric announced. Oliver and Axel took their places in front of each other. They both circled each other and were looking for a way out to attack first. The Axel guy was very patient.

He’s been underestimating us for too long. I smiled and heard swearing in the background. Bryan had come around and I guess the captains had explained to him what happened. He looked at me, livid but also looked at Logan who was taking his shirt off, with the same anger. “This is ridiculous. An official challenge?” I looked back at Hector. “Be prepared. This is going to get ugly.” Taking a deep breath, I turned and rolled my shoulders, stretching out my fingers. “Rules?” “No claws or teeth. No running away. Winner is decided when one submits or gets knocked out, unable to fight.”

She waved her hand and walked to the closet while Onyx exited the room and closed the door behind. Ophelia opened the closet door and looked through the few clothes she had in there. She would have thrown on a pair of jeans and a plain black tee-shirt on any other day. However, it was their first date, and she was ecstatic. Ophelia rummaged through her belongings and found a peachy red midi skirt with an asymmetrical thigh-high slit and an off-the-shoulder white crop top. The skirt sat on her high waist and reached far below her knees, and the slit barely revealed her knees, which she appreciated. The crop top reached just above the waistline of the skirt and featured an off-the-shoulder ruf

Competition Day Todays the day people! when we determine who has the better squad, I had customized uniforms made for them for their fight today which they are currently putting on and looking rather fly, it's pure black with a hood and face mask for male and female with combat boots I also instructed that all females wrap their hair up in a bun so lessen their chances of being grabbed or dragged by their hair. Once everyone is dressed we make our way to the ring.