Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

"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.

Each leap in her pulse was not because of the robber himself but because of whom he'd reminded her of. Am I being a silly peahen? To be imagining Lord Lennox as a masked robber? It was utter nonsense. The man had no need to rob ladies upon the road, and it didn't seem like the sort of activity he'd engage in for amusement. And knowing him, if he'd robbed her, he would have taken his mask off and lorded it over her.

“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.

Now, I was the wife of a billionaire with bodyguards around me, looking expensive. Though, I had put on a black baggy sweatpants and a V neckline long sleeve blouse which was rounded up with black boots, my hair in a bun. I was dressed as simple as my current situation allowed me but I knew how much everything I wore costs and the amount would be enough to buy the building if I'm being honest. "Seems your neighbours have missed you" Rob says from behind me, amusement lacing his tone. I gave him a side glance. "I don't even know most of them" And that was the truth, I mostly kept to myself while I was living here.

“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.”

Robin walks into the closet and shutters his right hand’s fingers along the hanged clothes. Robin’s hands run across the pants from the second selection of shirts, away from Leon for now. That hand finds a rather interesting pair of black trousers that has a phoenix crest along the side of the right pant leg. Its apart of an outfit that is used for more formal events. The masonry plucks the pair of pants from their home of the hanger and rest the cloth on the side of his arms. Leon looks over at him and folds his arms across his chest and darts his look on the other man. Despite complaining about dressing himself, the truth is that he is more capable of completing such a feat but he also lov

And with that, I stormed off, my mind still reeling from the interruption. I walked back into my room, my mind still consumed by the thought of the rogue. My eyes scanned over the different clothing options that I had, but I knew exactly what I needed. I walked over to my closet and pulled out my torture clothes - a black tank top and dark jeans. The tank top was tight-fitting and showed off my muscular arms, while the jeans hugged my legs and accentuated my height. These clothes were designed for one purpose - to make the rogue suffer. I could feel the anger boiling inside of me, and I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied until the rogue paid for his crimes.

The tug had grown stronger as we settled to the street, strong enough I knew if I let it lead me, I'd have my hands around her throat in no time. One glance down at myself told me I would have to do something about my appearance, especially when passing pair of young demon girls giggled and pointed. I ducked down an oddly shaped alley, the two buildings bowing in toward each other and, as luck would have it, came across a clothesline hanging outside a doorway. A heavy black robe swayed in the breeze next to an embroidered dress and several pairs of undergarments I wasn't willing to examine. Guilt twinging inside me, I liberated the robe and slunk off as I pulled it over my head, a true crimi