Oc Outfits Novels & Stories

Somehow and some way. After a while of thinking about the two situations at hand I finally succumbed to slumber but it wasn’t what I expected. I dreamed. Probably the same one that I had dreamed of the night before and it seemed like it was much worse than the last. This time is different. I was in my pajamas that I had dawned on before bed. A simple tank top and a pair of soft sleeper pants. My hair was tied up into a ponytail. I looked down and saw mud covering my bare feet. A portion of it gets into the crevices of my toes and under my toenails. I looked up from them to scan my surroundings. I was in the forest again. Alone. In danger of what may be ahead of me. Silence except for the noi

I suggested to Nea as she looked around the room. Sitting on the bed were the ski outfits that I specifically ordered for us. They were matching, which might sound a little cheesy, but I wanted everyone to see that she is mine. Both were black with a green stripe that went from the left shoulder, down to the ankle of the pants. Even the boots were black with a green line lining up with the line on the pants. The only thing different was the coats. They were black, but they didn’t have a line on them. They did, however, have our names stitched into the back of the fabric, in green.

“And let me remind all of you of something.” She pointed at my outfit. “The outfit she’s wearing, as simple as it looks, is probably worth more than all of your clothes right now, combined! They are custom pieces from top-tier designers made for her comfort. All courtesy of Alpha Craig.” Keegan’s face darkens. His jaws and fist clenches, but my focus right now is on my clothes. I look down at it like I am floating. “What?” I ask silently while trying to focus and keep myself composed, not acting as if I’m on fire and changing my clothes in an instant.

Octavia’s POV We get our smoothies from Tank and head to this boutique shop. She points out the vape shop on the way past and I find a seat outside the changing room waiting for Vi to try on the second of the four dresses she had waiting for her, while I sip away at my smoothy. She comes out and I’m a little taken back by it. It’s a black and baby pink gothic/Victorian style, strapless dress complete with the corset and puff tail it even has little flowers sewn into the waistline its… beautiful.

I rip it open immediately, and it’s exactly what I was hoping it would be—my outfit for Saturday. There are three things in the box. The first is a pair of thigh high black leather boots that give off strong dominatrix vibes. The next item is what looks like a leather romper. It’s a one-piece jumpsuit that’s short-sleeved on top, with short shorts on the bottom. There’s a zipper down the front that can unzip almost all the way to where the shorts begin.

In the early hours of the evening, their outfits were branded by the most expensive brands. Their logo was bold. The outfits looked bright and sunny, like beach wear with lots of sparkles. When everyone was wereing fur coats and sweaters. Their dresses were barely covering anything and the men's chests were exposed. Their skins were shining like they were freshly glossed and oiled with random beautiful gems and tattoos that came out of a fairytale when they shined. They weren't bothered by the cold and their dresses screamed summer or spring rather than winter. They turned their heads simultaneously, looking at me in a very strange manner.

With my skin refreshed and rejuvenated, I turned my attention to getting dressed. I reminded myself to keep a low profile, so I chose a simple outfit, something an omega would wear. I selected a humble cloth, nothing fancy or extravagant, just a plain but clean and comfortable garment. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, especially not as a princess in disguise. My goal was to blend in, to be just another omega, not to stand out as royalty. With my outfit chosen, I dressed quickly, making sure to look as unassuming as possible.

He turned around and froze slightly when he saw her. Olive was wearing a long black jacket that flowed behind her. It had buttons from the top to the waist but Olive chose to button only one in the middle. She wore a black, tight t-shirt inside and dark blue jeans. Then a pair of black boots beautified her legs. She had braided her hair into one single french braid and it hung over her back. The style fitted her oval face, bringing out all her beauty and facial structures. If she had gone into modeling, then she definitely would top them all because models in the industry now didn't even have the beautiful face anymore.

____ A long time later Ax looked at himself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath. The omega's torso is wrapped in wine-red fabric, a beautiful chino-collar shirt glued to each stretch of skin, his hair tied up in a tight, high bun with a pretty arrangement leaving each hair in place, high-waisted pants and dark fabric like most of the ones she wears, reaching just below her chest, with two rows of silver buttons on each side, a pretty bow around the Chinese collar accessorized with a pair of short heeled boots, and earrings, small and subtle. Ax turned and looked from all possible angles, happy with the result.

“Congratulations. That is fantastic news. Onyx shakes Aiden’s hand before excusing himself to collect something. Onyx has a Gold, White, and Blue box as he returns. “What is this?” King Aiden asks Onyx as he hands it to the two of them. “Just a little something.” Onyx stands behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach to watch the pair of them. “I will hold it; you open it.” Aiden requests Judith. She slowly slips the cover off the box and holds up the little jumpsuit for the prince. “Oh, look how gorgeous this is!” Judith is overjoyed looking at all of the details on the little outfit. “Where did you find this? I was looking for something similar when Aiden told me we needed an introduct