Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

And after giving him a once over, it was easy to see that his accent wasn't the only thing that was strange. His clothes, although extremely expensive and posh looking, were unlike any I had seen around these parts...or any. Rather than the usual heavy velvets and decadent silks, the stranger's clothes were obviously meant for a much warmer climate. His bright orange tunic and gray overcoat were both made of linen, the edges of it lined with gold stitched paisleys and ornamental symbols to match a fully decorated vest peeking out were complemented with pants made from a shiny material that I couldn't place and boots that had laces going up the front almost reaching his knees. I'd say he look

Quickly removing the new coat, he puts the old coat that Mindy had bought for him when they first started their homestead together, back on before they head over to the counter to pay. After a few awkward minutes, Mindy has finished putting all the items through the till, folded them and bagged them. That’s when she notices that Cammie is wearing Robins clothes. She’d recognise those tracksuit bottoms anywhere because she would wear them every chance she could. They were the most comfortable bottoms and she would get into trouble every time she wore them because Robin liked to keep them for the one day of the week that he would take time out to rest between cutting trees down so they could b

He would have been quite handsome if his cheeks weren’t so thick and jowls so baggy. He wore a robe, coloured a deep red and made of heavy velvet. Unlike Loran’s simple jerkin and trousers, the new arrival’s clothes suggested wealth and luxury. No one else emerged from inside Thunderbird 2. “Loran,” he bellowed in a deep voice. “How did I know you would be mixed up in all this?” A headshake made chin and jowls wobble. “Bibler,” responded Loran in a way that suggested he knew the man but didn’t like him. “Why are you here in that?” He pointed at the box.

The man targetted James because he knew the latter’s cultivation rank was low. He also knew that those who could come here had something they could depend on. Thus, he guessed James had treasures. James glanced at him. He did not expect to face a robbery the moment he arrived, and it was carried out in broad daylight. “I’m talking to you.” When James did not respond, the man wearing a white robe roared. His roar was like thunder. There were many living beings in this area, but these living beings were watching the scene unfold from a distance with mocking expressions.

he had said. Like he ain't out there cheating and fucking around with men of Delta Pack and Wolf World. "Fine," I said. "Give me a few minutes." I stood in front of my closet, looking at my plain cotton robe. I paused. Then, I reached for a different one. It was a deep red silk robe, short and slightly sheer, with lace around the edges. If I was going out, at least I should look presentable. Never to be caught unfresh. Even if it doesn't matter to him. It may matter to the others.

Then Rob strode in, he was holding hangers carrying a well ironed white blouse and black skirt, with big white stripes on it -it seems like it's a school uniform. "Here's the costume, sir," Rob said as he dropped the on the table. Mr huge dîck stopped reading his magazine, he reached for the clothes and inspected them for a moment, before throwing them back on the table. "Hm," he nodded. "You can leave," he told Rob and faced me. "Change into this." I agreed wordlessly. I hurried reached for the clothes and located his bathroom, I stripped and changed into the school uniform in no time. A smirk appeared on my face as I stared at my reflection in the wall mirror, because wearing these school

He felt like he had just thrown clothes onto a blank mannequin, said they fit, and ran with it. Robbie himself had been one to keep up with major fashion trends, his poofy hair was proof enough of that. Patterned shirts, bell bottoms, he had it all. Today he had opted for a jean tuxedo of sorts: a fur-lined jean jacket, patterned red polo, and jeans the same colour as the jacket. Accompanied with sunglasses in mid-November, of course. He soon joined James in slipping on his shoes, new suede boots. Jake worked at a clothing store somewhere downtown and it was very evident.

‘I’ll have to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again…’ That was why he was here, to begin with. Rey was also wearing what he deemed a more appropriate disguise compared to Noah’s makeshift appearance. Using [Mimic], he transformed into an adult, pairing it with a black mask he had crafted in the Hobgoblin cave from Orichalcum, fitting his face perfectly. He had done this little side project to pass the time, so he hadn’t expected it to play such an important role now. His cloak was raven black, obtained by sewing a dark robe he got from the Royal Estate together with the fur of the NightWolf he killed.

he grabbed the portrait immediately and headed out of the office. Meanwhile, the other two rubbers got in the clothing mall and one of them released a shot at the roof. “On the floor motherfuckers” he said and the staffs and customers lied flat on the floor, shivering and breathing faintly. One of the robbers rushed the money desk and packed all the money in it the desk into the black string back he was carrying. The second robbers went to the kids store and grabbed some baby clothes. “Jake, what the hell are you doing those clothes?”