Outcast Black Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

Enhanced hearing truly does come in handy sometimes, but there is nothing, so I quickly step out, grab the clothes and rush back into the bathroom. As I inspect what they have given me I am pleasantly surprised, and grateful to find that they have tried to stick with my usual clothes. All the items are dyed deep black, the fitted T-Shirt is elasticated too, which enables much movement. There is a pair of black Jeggings, that aren't too stiff when I put them on, this is good as it means they won't restrict my movements. There is a bra in my size and a pair of functional underwear with the new tag still on, indicating it is new. I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I am not wearing anyone’s

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

"Is it on you?" He smirked. "Of course. I'm the one who brought you here." I wandered the racks, eyeing a pretty spring dress, but nah, too fancy for today. Then I spotted a jumpsuit, cute, but too dressy, too. Finally, I found it: a pair of high-waisted black pants and an asymmetrical, fitted white shirt that just barely covered my ass. Not that it mattered, my booty couldn’t be hidden even if I tried. You could see it from the front. Enough said.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Block The heavy steel doors of Blackthorn Maximum Security Prison slammed shut behind Jax Rivera with a sound like final judgment. Twenty-five years old, athletic and carved from years of street survival, Jax carried sharp green eyes, a cocky smirk, and a body that turned heads even in the ugly orange jumpsuit. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders, narrowed waist, and the firm round swell of his ass like a second skin.

Walking down the street wearing a jumpsuit with black and white stripes with a white running shoes. It was dark and people were not in sight. The street light illuminated the dark street a little. I checked my stomach and saw that a part was swollen. I might have broken a rib or something. I had a plan to escape prison before they kill me. That has been their plan from the beginning. Eliminating me has always been thier priority and my escape plan worked well or better still someone helped me escape this hell I was kept in.

(AN: And god damn I don't know how to describe clothes so hey just gonna post a link to you guys what it looks like if my description is shite you can g****e Killia from Disgaea 5 and his outfit is kinda like that but with an addition of the black shirt). He opened his package and got his new outfit out from the box, his outfit consists of a jacket with white furs on the neckline and a red dragon motif on its back, a black sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans, a fingerless black glove and a brown combat boots. Overall he looks badass. After a few moments of adjustment he started finding what's new power he posses on his body but during his investigation, there's suddenly a black rift under

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Just as I suspected, it’s the same guy who knocked me out. And he is just as hot as I remembered. His cold aura compels me to keep staring at him, forcing me to study his every movement. He’s wearing the same black outfit, only now he’s taken off the jacket, his short-sleeved shirt revealing his sculpted biceps and an anchor tattooed to his forearm.

"I know" He chuckle. I noticed he is not yet ready. He is wearing a black pajama and his upper is a gray t-shirt mixed with dark color na naiayon sa puti ng braso nito. Cassius has this masculine and fair body, hindi gaanong malaki thought it's suit him. Something came to my mind, hindi lang sila magkapangalan ng sikat na skater na iyon, they have also the same vibes.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.