Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

He looked like he was ready to kidnap some kids and ask for ransoms from their parents. He was in a long black coat that had a hood which he pulled down over his black baseball cap. The dark sunglasses and black mask sealed the deal. I couldn’t decide whether he looked like a celebrity or a murderer. Luca, who was in the smaller version of the exact same outfit, bounced excitedly like he was an intern spy. Darren snorted as he followed them in. “You look like you’re about to rob a bank,” he teased Alessandro. I should probably be a bit worried that Luca looked excited at the prospect of resembling someone ready to pull off a heist.

She twisted and looked, mouth gaping, when she realised there was a freakin’ LEAD attached to the collar. “Sorry, princess.” Rob looked at her apologetically, and he didn’t use the term ‘princess’ in a mocking manner. In fact, he even stepped forward, removing his jacket and placing it over her shoulders. “I need to take you to the dungeon now. Don’t make me put these on you as well.” Rob raised a pair of silver cuffs in his gloved hands. “I’ll be good,” she muttered, though she wished she could smash Henry’s face in. And the others who kept her pinned down and those who continued to watch her now.

Beneath the word is an illustration of a tankard and pointing to the dark and rustic tavern with vines growing across the walls and wooden supports extending outward above the street. Right in front of them there are several looters, the closes two stand several feet away. Both are dressed in dark, ragged clothing layered with worn cloaks, belts and leather gear. Their outfits appear dirty and they are each carrying a heavy sack slung in one hand, likely filled with stolen goods scavenged from the city. The looter on the left stands partially turned away but twists his upper body to look directly at Luz and his team. His hood shadows much of his face, though his expression appears wary and s

Across the deck, under a rustic awning of white fabric on tall wooden supports, all decked with blue, red and white flowers, the red party waited: Jim Robinson right under the awning, with his brother and Liam McDonnell, No Return’s other guitarist, to his right. They wore Renaissance white shirts with long bag sleeves and laces sprouting from cuffs and collars. Black leather vests, down to their thighs, and broad red sashes hanging from their left shoulder across their chest, black trousers and high leather boots. Long red cloaks covered their right shoulder, falling all the way to brush the top of their boots. Liam McDonnell held a vertical red banner trimmed in gold, with a big golden su

"You want my clothes? Yeah? Okay. We can make a deal. I will give you my clothes, but you let me go." CC tilted her head. She didn't speak another word. She didn't need to. The command was still lingering in the air. A rogue female could not deny it; she held no rank, and none of the three rogues did. The clothes were quickly thrown from the tree. CC crouched down and retrieved the black stretch denim jeans, tank top, and leather coat. The leather calf-length boots fell to the ground with a hard thunk. Looking up at the tree, she smirked, seeing the rogue female in nothing but her panties. She didn't need those.

Well, he was never to be caught unguarded. His robe was a scarlet one. It was made of a lighter fabric and it shimmered in the light. Turning around, he enjoyed the new outfit, it was tailor-made for him. He took his jewelry and put them on. Then his eyes went to the neck piece that was claimed to belong to Diana. He took it and placed it in his pocket where it balanced properly.

“Hi.” “Hi,” I reply, returning his smile, my own hands deep in the pockets of the fur-trimmed robe that Kent gave me forever ago. I’m wearing the pretty moccasins he sent me too, but both are a decoy. Because underneath this robe I am wearing a v-neck romper made with completely sheer fabric. Honestly, it barely counts as clothing, the way it dips all the way down to my belly button and barely skirts my ass before dipping between my cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and cold, frankly, but damn do I look good in it.

Rob hadn’t caught her last name, though she was somehow related to her alpha, but her name was Yolanda or Yo-Yo. She didn’t pretend to be sweet and innocent. Not by a long shot. When Rob last saw her clothed, she was in black denim jeans, a black leather jacket, and the traditional body armour of an enforcer. Now she wasn’t even wearing that. Rob figured she probably had to shed the armour to lose the jeans so she could shift at some point.

I HAD a smile on my face as I walked past the last man that I robbed. He was noble enough that I didn’t need to check what was inside. I just slid the pouch that I got from him inside the bag that was draped around my waist. I walked towards the clothing store to get a garment. I ran my hand towards the fabric to feel its softness and ended up choosing a pitch dark, gloomy color which is my favorite one. I was about to pay for the cloth that I got but as I roamed my eyes around to find Vivi, my eyes unexpectedly landed at a familiar gentleman.

The morning was there before they knew it. Chad dressed in the mercenary robes that the Guard had presented them with, a splendidly tailored outer robe of the darkest brocade. Sky’s robe was no inferior: he wore a suit of dark blue, looking just as magnificent. Compared to the farmhand he was before, he appeared to shine.