Oc Outfits Novels & Stories

Ambient light from the stripped lights concealed in the wooden cabinets brings a warm ambiance in walk-in closet. He took out his dress and wore it. He dressed in a maroon colour long sleeve t shirt which fits perfectly in his muscular body, paired with black cargo pants designed with slide pockets and roomy bellow pockets strategically placed on the side seams. Along with he paired a high-top sneakers embossed with typography at the sides for a unique look.

Olive's P.O.V. I over-thought my outfit about a million and one times. Not wanting to dress up just for a hookup, but also not wanting to look like a slob. Deciding on something to wear felt like an impossible task until Hailey entered the room. She gave me a sweet, sleeveless, dark blue sundress that was both cute and casual. It was just right.

It reminds me of the outfit that I saw Gretel wear in the movie Hansel and Gretel. Almost the entire outfit is made of leather. The vest is covered in straps and buckles that I can hold various objects in. There are knee high, leather boots to match. Instead of black leather though it is all a light brown leather that is much softer than I am used to feeling. The outfit screams bad ass but the color helps tone it down enough that it does not seem too intimidating either. Hopefully, this will help the pack to accept me today.

Shaking her head negatively, Noira replied, "You clearly have no idea how many ceremonies there are before the main event, do you?" Dirk shook his head and muttered, "No," then sat down and pulled the silk garment from the sofa. It was soft to the touch and looked very light, almost like a cloud, unlike anything else he had ever worn before. He lifted the garment, examining it, turning it slowly between his palms and admiring the delicate details carved into its length. A thin golden chain was tied to one end, and the other end was secured by what looked like an intricate golden clasp set into a black velvet pouch. The outfit consisted of four layers made of gold fabric that seemed to stretc

We poked fun at our past outfit choices as we made our way to the store I previously mentioned. The sound of what I assumed was Russian music invaded our senses and a blast of freezing air rushed at us. So far, I was impressed. The interior was that of punk rock with foreign influence, mostly Asian. I spotted a pair of black denim overalls with colourful patches in designs of symbols varying from my little pony to black lives matter and bleached spots. I made my way over to them as if called, they were absolutely beautiful and a size too big, which was perfect. ''I could see you in this with a long sleeve shirt under and one clasp undone, maybe a pair of platform boots,'' Kevin said and held

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

I nudged her to stop. Olly walked in, not caring that most girls were naked and he handed costumes to us. Mine was a shiny smooth black leather, with straps and buckles, a low-cut neckline, and a short skirt that would barely cover my hips. "I…I can't wear this," His eyes bulged with anger "You must wear it." "But I thought Axton had excused me from all activities here?" He sneered, followed by a bark of laughter. "Sorry barbie doll, I don't see any Axton's here. Obey and shut the fuck up or I'll give you an ass-kicking so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month."

he smirked. Inside the box were new outfits—matching ones. Royal blue and silver. The material shimmered faintly like it had been woven with magic. Mine was tailored like a sleeveless gown split into flowy pants, cinched at the waist with silver cords, and adorned with a fine chain that ran across the shoulder to the hip. Cassius’s version was a sleeveless tunic that cut across his chest diagonally with fitted trousers and the same silver embellishment. We matched. I should’ve rolled my eyes or acted nonchalant. But instead… I smiled. Wide. I loved it. Not just the outfit, but what it symbolized. We looked like we belonged to each other.

It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most. They’re wearing pale-blue jeans with ripped knees and a plain black men’s buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, tucked into their jeans. Their cropped bright-red leather biker jacket covered in colourful patches makes Celine a little jealous, she wants one now. There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here.