Oc Outfits Novels & Stories

TIA POV After Meadow officially ruined the relaxation of my shower, I quickly dressed in the black and green combat clothing I found in the back of her closet. I completely forgot about it; I bought it online for a Halloween customer last year for school. It was human military gear, and I purchased the entire authentic setup.

That was a pure insult, but I have nothing to say because I can be gross sometimes. “We do nothing, obviously.” Clairmont said, replying to Carter while taking off his cloak and placing it inside his inventory. Following him, I did the same before adjusting my braid. For some reason, white tunic, black pants or skirts, and a pair of brown leather boots have become a go-to outfit for both me and Clairmont. Maybe because it’s easy to acquire them, even though I could buy a myriad of outfits from the [ONLINE SHOPPING] skill.

He rushed over and tore at my clothes like a madman. "Since you want photos so badly, I'll let you take as many as you want today!"

Imogen I’ve showered and washed my hair and just rough dried it, so it falls in loose curls around my shoulders. I don’t really have time to do a full blow out and Cody, I know loves it like this in any case. Since I wasn’t expecting Autumn to surprise me and I figured on just a quiet night in between the games the guys have to play, the only dress I have packed is my silver sequined number that comes to mid-thigh with spaghetti straps.

We saw Orora waiting for us in the living room, and when she sensed our presence, she raised her brows at us. "Shall we teleport now?" She asked impatiently. I just smiled at my sister, who, for the first time, wore a bright outfit. She was drop-dead gorgeous in her simple strapless one-piece attire that exposed her beautiful collarbone and flawless legs. "How does your outfit stay like that?" Demeter asked, creasing her eyebrows at Orora's top. "Did you put magic in your attire tonight?" She referring to the strapless dress. Obviously, Orora put some hocus-pocus on her attire. If not, her dress would have fallen on the floor, leaving her with only her innerwear.

But still, I felt nothing but rage and pure hatred for him, considering the kind of man he was. Sighing, I stared at the dress Owen sent, a floor-length emerald green piece with a daring slit up the side. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, making it look far more expensive than anything I’d ever owned. The matching clutch and heels sat beside it, equally as pretty.

One entire level dedicated to shoes and handbags, the other dedicated to dresses and clothes and the last one simply jewellery with multiple mirrors where I could do my makeup and check myself out. And not to mention how just as impressive Octavious' walk in closet was. The same as mine, his had three different levels. The top level was dedicated to his hats and trench coats, the middle level was all of his suits and clothes and the first level was shoes, belts and male jewellery galore. While my closet was bright with white walls and big lights to create the perfect lighting, his section was dark and masculine with dark walls and dim lighting, creating the perfect masculine feel.

"I will have to endure all my life to that sight..." "Poor you!" She mokes. Buzz buzz buzz 6:15 Alarm. I'm wearing a Olive Shift dress with no bra. Simple black ankle wedge boot and black coat. Black tote bag. I'm​ also styling a side braid and smokie eyes. My dress is short. Really short. So short my father and mother complained. "So, are you torturing me or something?" Ogi asks during the drive to school. "Why would I do that?" "No bra? Seriously? And I almost see your​ panties... I'm not liking this."

Why not want a man or woman with a simple life? The next night, exactly at 8 p.m., Alex was knocking on his door. Win looked at himself in the mirror one last time. He looked good. He was wearing dark, tight pants and a burgundy shirt open at the first two buttons, showing his chest covered in long collars. He had dark eye shadow that matched his outfit, eyeliner, and a little bit of highlight too. He wanted to look radiant for Alex. When he opened the door, Win almost gasped. Alex looked so handsome. He was wearing black pants and a blue polo that hugged his arms and chest perfectly. Damn, suddenly his decision felt easier to make.

A few minutes later, Oswald came to the living room to show her his outfit. Oswald wore a dark blue trouser and a pink long sleeve with black sneakers. He intentionally dressed that way to delay so that by the time he got there, the lady must have left, and he would return home without meeting her. "Nice trousers, you should change the shirt," Clara said. Oswald went back to his room to change the shirt. When he entered, he had it in mind to put on the first shirt he would come across no matter the color. True to what he had in mind, he picked the first shirt, not minding the color.