Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later, Kim and Ethan came out of a punk clothing store and almost surprised Jack, or even more frightened him! In this shopping mall, the decisive professional elite Ethan was dressed in a motorcycle leather coat, felt hat, leather boots, silver wig, and monocle, just like the noble dark knight in the anime! Besides him, Kim's shape is even more impressive. She has a lot of rivets and skeletons on her body. A face covered by a green wig is wearing thick smoke makeup. One of them is holding a stick, the other is holding a mace. One of the bodyguard whisper to Jack, "Badass!"

Jessica’s P.O.V “What’s your…who are you wearing?” Over the upbeat music spilling from the speakers, I almost knocked my drink to the ground as the tiny voice behind me startled me. “I don’t know who this is?” “Hi, birthday girl.” I smiled, ignoring the red stain on the gold color chlamys which was draped around my body and clipped on my shoulders. Beneath the chlamys was a pure white chiton that hugged my every curve. With the golden leaf tiara on my head and golden bracelets around my arms and ankles, it should be easy to realize who I was cosplaying but I guess Mina didn’t know.

But in the center of the wasteland, standing exactly three hundred yards from the western pylon, was a figure that didn't belong to the apocalypse. She wore a crimson silk coat—the exact shade of the one I had bought in New York to prove I was no longer an Omega. Her chestnut hair fell in perfect, glossy waves, untouched by the acid rain. She stood with a liquid, predatory grace, her face a flawless replica of the woman I had been before the river, before the stone, before the war. The Phantom. She didn't raise a rifle. She didn't summon a god. She simply stood in the toxic mud and looked up at the dome. Her eyes weren't gold or sapphire; they were the clear, unburdened hazel of a girl who h

Chloe’s POV The next evening I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my suite, heart hammering as I adjusted the policewoman costume Jeff had left for me. The outfit was ridiculously hot, a tight black latex top that zipped up the front and pushed my breasts up into deep cleavage, a short pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, thigh-high stockings with garters, and shiny black boots that reached my knees. A police hat sat tilted on my loose auburn hair, and I’d added a pair of handcuffs dangling from my belt and a prop baton tucked into a loop. Underneath, I wore nothing but a tiny black lace thong that was already damp.

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I asked Kolten to drive me home first before heading to the Bliss Club, where we chose to celebrate Lia's getting into the volleyball team of the HRM department. I was wearing a maroon-sweat-shirt crop-top paired with my faded skinny high-waist jeans. I tried to put my night makeup which was a darker shade than the usual one, whenever I went to school every day, that was matching to the color of my outfit. My hair was well-ironed as we arrived there. Played basketball with my big brother while he was waiting for me. I already told him to go ahead of me and I will just be asked my brother to drop me off there since his meetings have been canceled, the reason why

She sighed and let me into a stall. Inside, the pantomime began. I held up garment after garment for Michael. A silk kimono. A neon tracksuit. A Viking fur vest. His hologram flickered, adopting each new silhouette with unwavering patience. Then, the pièce de résistance: a light blue, impossibly shiny man thong.

He also happened to be the most mysterious, and like the Elder, hardly anyone in Hati ever sees Riou Takeshi, save for perhaps the Phantoms themselves. He was handsome in a matter of speaking, with his hair falling lightly around his face. And unlike some of the Phantoms, he wore a semi-formal attire which consisted of a white collared shirt with black trousers and a long black coat which reaches down to mid-thigh, and black boots. Riou frowned slightly to himself as he listened to what Yuri had to say. “Not good news,” he stated, and the Elder nodded. “Definitely not good news.”

she says, then leaves. I retch one more time, just in case anyone is listening outside, then I get up and go to the dressing room to get changed. Thankfully, I packed my cloak, and my thief’s clothing intending to clean it while I was here. I put on a pair of black pants that I sewed myself so no one would know that I have them and then one of my father’s dark undershirts that I took from his chest of drawers last year. It’s much too large for me, so I have to tie it at the waist.

As they took in his attire, they were rooted to the spot in shock! Boom! It was like a bomb had gone off right beside them, the buzzing in their ears like the drone of a thousand bees! The thugs, in particular, were struck dumb as they took in Liam's attire—a battle robe with a green dragon and gold trim and the dark of a military uniform peeking out from beneath. They gasped in unison! Was he actually wearing a military uniform? Their eyes were wide with disbelief, glued to the uniform on Liam, fear etched into their faces.

"Fine. But if the Alpha gets mad, this was your idea." He handed over two folded sets of guard cloaks and bracers, clearly spare patrol gear. Fiona gave a dazzling smile, slipping the cloak over her shoulders like royalty. "Much better," she said, fastening the clasp at her throat. I followed her lead, biting down my tension as I donned the stolen uniform. The guards stepped aside without further questioning, one calling back, "Tell the Alpha we said hi!" Fiona didn't look back. Neither did I. ***