Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

He shakes his head and waved me some clothing, setting them on the counter. "There are towels in the cupboard, I'll be in the kitchen," he states and leaves. I hurry and finish. I dressed in the clothes Nyx left. White leather pants with golden thread, an embroidered floral pattern down the sides, and a white flimsy shirt, the golden embroidery design covering where my breasts would show through. A pair of knee-high white boots completed the outfit. It was pretty but white, I shook my head knowing I'd get it dirty. I raced down to the kitchen and stopped abruptly seeing Nyx. My eyes scanned him entirely in appreciation. He was wearing all black with the same golden embroidery designs as what

"It's cold outside, and you need clothes. My magic might be weak since we haven't mated, but I can at least summon this." I have no idea what he said, but suddenly, his hand glows in blue, and then he is holding a dark dress that looks like a potato sack in color. Though, since I'm cold, I can't be picky. I grab it from him. "Thank you." Pleased with me thanking him, Thail wanders away to put on some clothes himself. I take the time to gather my pajamas and wear them underneath the oversized desert dress he gave me. Thail himself has covered up his chest, which is a letdown. Now there is no more checking out his abs, but perhaps this is a good thing? I should be focusing on getting home.

If it’s not for the fact that it embraced her curves perfectly well, she’d probably look like uncooked spring rolls. Underneath the glimmering crimson vest was a turquoise long sleeve, with buttons on the center, and if you please, another white sleeveless shirt underneath them. It was just thin so it’s barely noticeable but contributed to the heat all the same. To pair it up, a checkered pleated skirt—crimson as well—hugged her legs. Without the high knee-socks, she wouldn’t have worn it. Over her dead body! There was also a wine red bow, but she didn’t like the looks of it, so she put it back inside the luggage with the other unnecessary accessories—a phone, a make-up kit, dresses, skirts,

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

My Jasmine-scented pheromones mix with the scent of food in the large kitchen space attached to the master suite. The thick vibrator buried itself deep in my pussy with every step I took, sending jolts of torturous pleasure up my whole body. A black-and-white leather collar sat snug around my throat, not too tight, but firm enough to remind me who I belonged to. Each movement tightening the cruel nipple clamps biting into my sensitive bud. A sleek, delicate chain connected to the collar at the back of my neck. My outfit is pure filth, and I thank Thorne for clearing the floor, or I would be so embarrassed if the pack members saw me like this.

devastating. ‎We had raided a high-end boutique an hour ago—breaking the window, grabbing what we needed, and leaving a stack of stolen cash on the counter. He wore a black tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders like a second skin. The white shirt contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and the tribal tattoos that peeked out above the collar. His hair was tied back in a severe knot, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the scar that ran down his cheek. ‎ ‎He didn't look like a Rogue. He looked like a dangerous, foreign royalty. A warlord in silk.

He’d swapped his dusty riding gear for dark, tailored tactical trousers and a fitted black shirt that screamed 'Modern Enforcer. "Now, that outfit," he said, dropping into a chair and looking me over, "isn't exactly Harrowgate Territory camouflage, is it, Acacik?" "It’s a loaner from the Valeheart armory," I replied. "The staff worked some quick tailoring magic to make it fit." "It fits perfectly. The gold threading in the crest really catches the amber in your eyes." He said it with the casual bluntness of a scout reporting a find, but to my absolute shame, I felt my face heat up. I was blushing like some un-shifted cub receiving his first praise.

“You’re ruining me for anyone else.” And maybe I already was ruined too. I slipped into a black jumpsuit, zipped halfway up, revealing just a hint of lace beneath. My boots matched Darlington’s—military issue, thick-soled and ankle high. Over it, I threw on a cropped utility jacket. Hair in a slick ponytail. To top it all an eyeliner and Ms Paris body mist and perfume. I picked out Darlington’s outfit: black armor tee-top, baggy cargo pants, and a sleek vest, combat boots, and his signature Patek Phillipe wristwatch. He smirked at how I matched him like we were some kind of elite spy couple.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Another sign that things are getting better, I smiled and stretched. I walked to the inner closet and saw three different outfits on the worktop, a simple black camisole, with simple black panties, probably indicating that if I put them on then I'd just be resting. The second outfit was a black leather bodice, with gold details and greenish threads, a pair of clingy leather panties, as well as black boots that reached just above my knees. Indicating that if I wanted to dominate, then I should wear this outfit.