Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

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.

"She should be here in 3...2...1," Even though he was masked, Virenna could feel him sinisterly smiling. How could they do this? Robbing their prey before they could even enjoy him properly. As if on cue, a figure stepped into the room dressed in an extremely provocative outfit that looked like it'd been designed for sure by a pervert.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

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.

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.

Roxanne His manservant doesn't take me to the weapons chamber, the dragon does. First though, the dragon delivers clothing. He tells me to put them on and be ready in an hour. It gives my food time to settle and I also have an opportunity to bathe. The clothes are a problem. They're made of beautiful, brown pliable leather. Soft fur lines the outer seams. The entire outfit, though incredible, is obscene. There's nothing to it. I'm accustomed to heavy skirts that I had to loop through my belt so they remained out of my way while I hunted and trained. Nothing on this outfit will be in the way. More skin shows than even the bride gown displayed.

“Over my dead body.” The next day, Roy woke up early, waiting for Bryan to leave for the office before dressing up. He chose his clothes carefully, mindful of Sean’s warnings. He had to dress like a prince because his father was the old-fashioned sort. In the end, he selected a tailored suit of navy blue with a white dress shirt and a matching tie, paired with polished black dress shoes. Roy styled his hair neatly, allowing a few locks to frame his face. He hoped he looked like a prince – a sensible one since what he was about to tell the Bottega pack leader would not sound sensible at the start.

Robert got on the phone and Aleksey looked annoyed, but he kept on with his drawing. “Niiiice,” Robert said, beside himself. We all waited with great anticipation. “Two of my buddies raided a police locker for us. They got a couple dozen uniforms and jackets, thirty bullet proof vests, a few dozen zip ties and some other shit. Someone else got us a couple dozen body bags too,” he said, grinning. “Now you’re talking, gotta look the part, nobody will call the cops if it looks like the cops are already there,” Mickey said, excited and slapping his hands together.

“Why on earth would you go to such lengths to find me, and pay so much for my services if you thought I didn’t?” “Right, no, sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just all a bit much to take in, you know?” Jimmy pointed to the covered dummy. “Is that . . . my God, did you really . . . have you made a suit out of the footage I brought you? For real?” “No, I haven’t made a suit, I’ve made a robe. The garment must suit the material from which it’s fashioned. A robe is more fitting to its ancient origins.”