Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

Rhyme intervened, acting like a big bro in the group. "Tarantanungan." Thunder smiled sweetly at Rhyme, even with her strong facial features. She seemed wearing designer's clothes. Her denim coat was topped over by a black leather corset, the same material as her loose boots. The black-tinted sunglasses were above her head and they complemented with flamboyant danglings. Sometimes it went to point that the person she was with looked like a chaperon. Well, the BRIT had a good sense of fashion but you will first notice Thunder for being extra.

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.

Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing. Smug, he watched me study the garment in awe. I glared back, half-expecting to see a rib-cage where his robe should be. Instead, there was most definitely flesh, and well-muscled flesh at that, decked out in an outfit that would make a biker cry. Red pinstriped pants over combat boots battled to tame a Count of Monte Cristo-esque ruffled white shirt into submission. He wore a fitted leather jacket over the ensemble. The chain of a pocket-watch dangled from his breast, and a studded belt flashed silver in the moonl

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.

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

I shook my head slowly and pointed to the empty rack, indicating for her to put it back. It was a short, black dress with a deep v-neck. Her boobs would fall out and the second she bent over, it would be a front view to everything she owned. ”Oh come on it’s gorgeous,” she whined. ”Put it back, Clara.” She pouted, but did as I asked and placed the dress on the empty rack. The next one she held up was also a mini-dress. It was fuchsia-pink and had a slit that went up in the middle. How can a short dress have a slit?

That was a pure insult, but I have nothing to say because I can be gross sometimes. “We do nothing, obviously.” Clairmont said, replying to Carter while taking off his cloak and placing it inside his inventory. Following him, I did the same before adjusting my braid. For some reason, white tunic, black pants or skirts, and a pair of brown leather boots have become a go-to outfit for both me and Clairmont. Maybe because it’s easy to acquire them, even though I could buy a myriad of outfits from the [ONLINE SHOPPING] skill.

Men who had already met their wolves to the well endowed. “The Luna heir will now choose who will be the next Alpha” I felt my heart racing once again as she began walking past them, I saw the way Thane corrected his posture, his hair was combed backwards and not the usual messy style he always had and I always loved. He wore a brown shirt and black pants, the outfit I bought for him on his previous birthday, I spent months working different part time jobs just to get him that outfit. He promised to cherish it and wear it only on special occasions, occasions for us.

Underneath the skirt, I had inserted a red fabric, which also glowed. If someone previously told me that I could combine a Xenomorph (Alien, 8th Passenger) into a divine dress, I wouldn't have believed it myself. But it was real and right in front of me. Liam's suit consisted of several layers. The shirt was black with the top part fashioned in red and gold tones. It also sported a structure that glowed, as though it were blood coursing through someone’s veins. The overcoat had structured golden tips while the legs of the slacks were made from black and red fabric.