Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

[Cara] I felt comfortable and confident with the dress I chose. It was a tight-fitted tube with a chromatic effect that changes hues when the light hits it. Though I topped it up with a white pea coat, covering Damon’s bite marks was glowing in brilliant red on the skin on my shoulders. My make was already done, and I just let my hair hang in its natural curls, cascading down to my waist, then paired it with black Louboutin shoes with rhinestones lining around the pointed heels.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

I partnered it with my trusty black flats. Iwent on Gideon's side and I am not sure if I can get in but I have to try. I scan my thumb and magically his walk in closets door opened. Wow! The scheme is still black, brown and grey. And his side is much more bigger. I shake my head because I got distracted again. I have a mission to do. I scan his "closet" and choose an outfit for him. Too dark? Huh. Don't care. He looks panty dropping when he wears dark clothes.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

Badger complained through her headset. “Damn Buddha, what did we tell you about eating cheese before a raid!” Arrow added. “Guys, focus!” Chief, interjected. I giggled to myself at my team. Even in a dire situation, such as this, my team knew how to keep things amusing. “Phantom, how far out are we?” Chief asked me as they turned down another abandoned hallway. They called me Phantom, because of my ability to infiltrate the cyber world, while going unseen on the dark web. My hacking skills were known around the world however my identity remained a secret. I was known as Phantom, because no one knew who I was. I made sure of it. All of us went by code names to ensure another level of security

Upon entering the clearing, they saw Zierno’s bored expression first. Tall and slender Zierno wore plain black leather pants, black boots, and a sleeveless tunic. Resembling any other commoner, but the silver studded sheaths at his waist and hip looked tempting to the thieves. However, the three warriors in-front of him didn’t appear particularly accommodating. The short, stout man with the heavy beard was obviously the leader of the thieves. He watched Zierno assessingly. The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily.

I chose a dark blue and a red tunic dress, paired with some thick, sturdier black leggings and proper boots. When Ivan walked out my jaw dropped. Gone were the sports clothes and basic vests. He wore a white shirt open in a v-shape with string laced through like he was a pirate adventurer. He wore black thick cotton trousers and leather boots. He seemed uncomfortable in the garment, from my dressing room I watched him study the mirror with a firmly set face. He looked magnificent. Every inch the Beta Warrior, even with the strapping of his shoulder visible.

It also has a large monitor in the middle that features all of the CCTV units in entire mansions, aside from the security department hired by Mom for our mansion. I still have missions to complete, and the sooner they are completed, the better. I also had a walk-in closet. After all, I shouldn't go to the mission in a skirt, right? So I decided to wear my cat woman black suit, but without the cat-mask thingy. Instead, I dress in a black hooded cape that covers half of my face just enough to show off my glowing tattoo. I don't even wear contacts. I want them to see a living image of their life's grim reaper.

Nikolai demanded, his voice dropping into that gravelly, dangerous register. Before the manager could answer, the door at the far end of the staging tent clicked open. Nikolai turned, the irritation on his tongue dying instantly. His breath caught in his throat. Thalia walked out of the shadows. She wasn’t wearing the soft, pastel silk Alistair had ordered. She wasn’t wearing the submissive white of a new bride. She wore a custom gown of heavy, midnight-black velvet that seemed to absorb the very light around her. The bodice was structured with sharp, geometric boning that looked like a modern breastplate, plunging low but cut with lethal precision.