Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

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.

I tried to hide all my money then I heard someone stamping on the door trying to open it forcefully. "Who was here?, show your face or we will start shooting " said by the robbers "It's me!, I am here" I replied with tears A torch light was pointed at us where we are hidden, I feel uncomfortable and undecent. I was half naked, wearing my nightgown. Which was made with net and soft materials. "Where are your money" asked by the robber's, "here" I replied.

Plus it only works on werewolves so if I am fighting a human nothing will happen. After the match I quickly grab the money I earned for the fight then move to the cleaning supplies closet. I grab my bag that I hide behind a box and empty it out. I quickly change into my bartender outfit and sigh when I look down my body. I hated the bartender outfit. I looked so - slutty. The outfit consists out of black converse , black jean shorts that stop just under my bum and a black crop top that showed most of my flat stomach. The crop top had the bars name on it in gold 'the ring'.

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.

There seemed to be nothing else. Robbie was different from other agents who cherished their lives. He never carried those adept secret weapons to preserve his own life. Robbie had always been upright, so he did not like the idea of keeping lethal weapons. He just kept some simple clothes and a mask. It made their image of Robbie incomparably radiant. The sisters suddenly let down their defenses and burst into tears.

A man who looked like he was covered in golden paint instantly jumped down from the second floor and landed right in front of Harvey. He was a bald man with golden skin, and bore the appearance of a monk. Strangely enough, he also looked somewhat roguish and arrogant. His temperament didn’t resemble a monk in the slightest. He was dressed in a yellow robe, and carried a long sword and a short spear. Rather than a monk, he looked like a bald robber. The long-haired young man from before grew ecstatic at this man’s appearance. He said happily, “Master Fatal, you’re here! Kill them! Let them know the consequences of offending us!”

I didn’t see any security cameras in the store, but even if they were rolling, they couldn’t possibly make out my face. The “Grim Reaper,” they call this costume, complete with a plastic sickle, but that cheap plastic part I threw straight in the trash. The robe itself will completely cover Christian’s body features, and the deep hood will entirely block any view of his face while still allowing him to see out. It will be flawless. Directly below the hanging robe sits a brand-new pair of Paul Roy Peak Explorer boots, size thirteen—Christian’s exact shoe size. I bought those in cash, too, at a discount shoe outlet on the other side of town while wearing a completely different disguise.

Oh, but I knew why she thought so. Spencer is wearing a black shirt and his black dress pants. They are from a luxury brand, no doubt and I don't even know that name. His shoes are from Gucci. He is wearing a rolex on his wrist. I'm surprised the robber was stupid enough to leave the rolex behind. “Did you look at yourself when you stepped out of the hotel? You scream rich. Of course, she warned you about this stuff and not me.” I tell him before taking a look at my wrinkly dress. I probably look like a mess given that I feel like a mess.

Lin mumbled, still pleasantly baffled. "Great, let's go then!" Robb said before dashing into the storage room only to return within moments, carrying both his own and Lin's clothes. "Here, put them on quickly and let's get outta here before these crazy nymphos ask for another round!" Robb concluded with a scoff intended to be careless but that actually did betray some genuine concern.

The sight of injustice always struck something raw in me. “I don’t care if you’ve got tattoos covering every inch of your body or piercings hanging from your face like Christmas ornaments, it doesn’t give you the right to act like a goddamn beast,” I spat at the guy ready to pounce on him but Rob drew me back asking me to knock it off. I was too adamant to heed what Rob was asking of me. I squared my shoulders and stepped toward the guy leaning on Roberto’s car. His jacket hung open, revealing inked sleeves, coiling dragons and skulls in black ink that crawled all the way to his neck.