Outfit Dark Academia Wanita Novels & Stories

Shanelle POV I smoothed down the delicate fabric of my elegant gown, a rich shade of midnight blue that hugged my curves in all the right places. The beaded embellishments sparkled under the ambient lighting, casting a soft glow around me. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen, stood resplendent in their own designer ensembles. Beatrice wore a vibrant red dress that accentuated her fiery personality, while Kayleen donned a sleek silver gown that mirrored her quiet grace.

But to Anna, having the opportunity to attend her dream campus and have lectures is worth more than that. She stood up and rushed to the bathroom and did the usuals. When she got out from her bathroom she reached for her closet and glanced through her clothes looking for the right clothing that matches her happy mood. After a moment of searching, she settled for a white crop top and sort of a baggy black pants. She paired it with her white sneakers and grabbed her phone and wallet and put them inside her white backpack on the bed.

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

I can not afford missing out the lectures everyday just because I am lazy. I groaned as the thought of what mess I have thrown myself in sunk inside my head. But it is already too late to go back on my decision. Throwing the cushions away on the marble floor, I stomped my bare foot against the hard floor before storming inside my room to freshen up and get ready for university. After rummaging for my today's outfit in the wardrobe for almost fifteen to twenty minutes, I decided to wear a simple white crop top with thin straps pairing it with a ditsy floral ruffle hem tie front skirt and white sneakers.

I gave two measured, deliberate raps, waiting with a posture of unhurried calm. A low, authoritative voice sounded from within. “Come in.” When I pushed the door open and stepped inside, the subtle shift in the room’s energy was immediate. I had dressed with calculated care that afternoon. Beneath a tailored, slate-grey blazer, I wore a black ribbed bodycon skirt that descended just past my knees. The cut was technically compliant with every university modesty standard, but it was intensely, undeniably form-fitting. Nature had endowed me with a striking, hourglass silhouette, a remarkably tiny, cinched waist that flared dramatically into full, rolling hips and a naturally prominent backside.

She disappeared out of the door. I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding into. I went back to my room and took out all of my savings. "This might be enough for everything as long as I they're cheap!" I murmured. I decided to go to buy uniforms, both from virelade and St helia. Virelade Academy uniform was an elegant black trousers white shirt and dark blue blazer with a maroon tie. While St helia was a matching maroon short skirt and a blazer without a tie

Ereia didn't notice it. Headmaster was right because my uniform was already in the cabinet. It is a plain pink long-sleeved shirt with a gray sleeveless blazer and a gray necktie with the logo of the academy. The pleated gray skirt with white lining was short. It's only half of my legs which makes me uncomfortable. And it's paired with white knee-length socks and black shoes. When I got out of my room, Ereia greeted me happily. “You look pretty in that uniform!” she said.

The woman with a bright red face shouted at Celestin who was now far from her. "Tss." When she got to her room, Celestin immediately went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. After that, she put on an academic uniform. She first put on a white polo, then she wrapped a black necktie under her collar. She then wore a simple black skirt. She grabbed the gray tailcoat with black buttons, but she only buttoned one of them. Next, she wore a pair of above-the-ankle grayish socks. Then she put on a pair of black, flat boots that were only as tall as her socks. And before leaving, she combed her long hair and let her somewhat messy curtain bangs hang down.

It’s my first day, and I’m feeling a little nauseated. Once I was finished in the bathroom I dressed up in the academies mandatory uniform. It comprises a short, royal blue plaid skirt with a white-collar shirt and cream-coloured long sleeve sweater. Pulling on a pair of black, fingerless gloves, I’m glad for the sweater. That just saves me the trouble of trying to find a way to hide the tattoo’s on my biceps. Arriving at the academy I didn’t miss the glances or murmurs that flows with me as I propel my way into the domineering stone building, rather than ride in with Steven I choose to saunter down to the academy.

Unexpectedly, Professor Jasmine, a werewolf - human fashion icon with an uncanny ability to spot talent, stood up, her eyes alight with excitement and delight, as if she had just discovered an oasis after wandering a desert for ages. "Ms. Thea, the outfit on your model is crafted from Dormeuil fabric—the same used in coats for Queen Elizabeth—and features a crown adorned with dazzlingly valuable jewels. This ensemble, valued in the eight - figure range, carries no trace of ostentation or extravagance. It perfectly captures the allure of Oriental femininity. Your design has truly touched my heart. In the werewolf - human fashion world, such a harmonious blend of cultures and luxury is rare."