Phoebe Thunderman Clothes Novels & Stories

Phoebe asked as she slowly turned her body in a wrap of blood-red bodycon dress combined with black stilettos with iconic red soles, making her look both charming and intimidating. "Always stunning. It's the best style for execution." Alex's answer made both of them burst out into laughter. They both are perfect when it comes to doing things that break the rules like this. Life should be balanced too, right? That's their defence. That's why Phoebe dubbed their friendship as a partner in wine.

Vera asked cutely to Janelle. “Sure.” Janelle smiled and looked up inadvertently, only to find a woman standing at the door of the hotel with her hands crossed over her chest. At this moment, she was staring at her with malicious eyes. Today, Phoebe was wearing a lotus-color dress and white high heels. Her face was painted with exquisite makeup and her hair was curled which was leaning to one side and hanging in front of her chest. It seemed that she had already seen Janelle. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood at the door to look at her.

Blaze asked, puzzled. Phoebe smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking, and it seems I won't be able to keep you here. You men and your ambitions… I waited for you for a few years ago and I can do the same again now. Go on. Put that on and head out!" Blaze looked at the clothing in front of him. It was his battle suit—Wyvern Peak's battle suit! He looked up and gazed at Phoebe. "Are you really willing to let me go?"

All-black shorts and a sleeveless V-neck top, with his black hair carefully combed backward, making him look like a prince from a fairy tale. " He is handsome, if he was an actor, would have tons of female fans drooling over him," she said to herself and chuckled. Eric got closer and examined Phoebe's appearance. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt and a black skirt with black flats. She felt uncomfortable but kept her cool and raised her chin, he was taller than her so it was difficult for her to face him up high. Suddenly Andrew cleared his throat and spoke." Welcome, Miss—-?"

Luna replied making Apollo bobbed his head in alignment with what she said and I had to hold myself from laughing at the pronunciation of the names. “What did you play?” I continued. “Dia and I played dress up for Cinderella, Apollo and Thomo played with their toy cars.” She reported. “I am back, let's be on our way before it gets too late.” Phoebe rushed into the Living room making me scan her with my eyes, her widened hips and flattened stomach, with her small breast appreciated the black gown she wore which clung to her body like a second skin, I quickly peeled my eyes off her curves before she would notice, although I have a feeling that notice my eyes on her body.

he said curtly, retreating to the adjoining room without another word. Phoebe Morgan, as she introduced herself, seemed polite enough. But there was a stiffness to her smile, a formality that felt more rehearsed than genuine. She pulled out a black dress and draped it over the bed. “This will do,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “Take a quick shower. I’ll call for a beautician.” I eyed the dress skeptically, its somber elegance feeling more like a funeral shroud than anything else. Before I could voice my objection, Dalton re-entered, holding a vibrant red dress.

Phoebe said smiling. "It's a Fancysteel sissy," it'll give you a more feminine look. "But I..." Ben began. "At least try it. You know as a slave, you have to forget what you want," Phoebe said simply. The belt was attached. Then Phoebe pulled out of the panties. Ben picked an orange pair and put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised by the camel toe look of the belt. Then there was the bra, a skirt, a t-shirt and heel shoes. Ben thought he'd take them out once he got in the cell.

They fitted. She passed them to him without a backward glance before joining the store manager at the lingerie section and hurriedly selecting a nightdress and some sets of bras and briefs without looking at the price tags. Phoebe decided that she would leave the clothes behind when she was finally free of the dreadful man. He handed the blue dress and the shoes back to her. “Put them on,” he commanded with studied insolence.

Phoebe laughed at Michelle that looked like a kid in a toy shop. “Never,” Michelle said, wondering how far away they are from the pack. “I will leave you to bath,” Phoebe said making her way out of the room. “You don’t seem worried that that pack will find us,” Michelle said. “We are very, very, very far away,” Phoebe laughed, closing the door behind her. After her bath Michelle put on the two-piece outfit that consisted of black low-riding white harem pants paired with a black off-the-shoulder top that had gold flower detail on the hems, that reached just above her belly button.

She felt that what she was holding in her hands was like a hot iron. Finally, Phoebe finished washing. She hung up his clothes in his house. When Phoebe returned to her home, she still felt her face heating up. It was obviously the weather in December, why did she still sweat? Time passed by bit by bit. Around eleven o'clock, Phoebe also dressed up. She had just bought a denim skirt, and when she wore it on her exquisite and slender body, she looked extremely pure and cute. With her long hair flowing behind her and a small bag on her shoulder, she was a beauty who had a high rate of second glance as she walked along the street.