Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

He had asked me to wear these so I could look like the rogues. “Dress like your family, little pea. Maybe that would make you have little respect for us, and then you can stop looking down on us.” He told me fiercely when he made me wear these rags that the rogue warriors are known to wear. I slipped the syringe into my pocket and moved over to the sides, acting as if I was trying to avoid the attack. “What the hell is your problem, man? We always share our women amongst ourselves, why is she so different?” Tommy asked him angrily. I guess he thinks Richard is angry because he was hitting on me. He had no idea that I’d sold him out already.

And most of all what the hell did the man mean by ‘ladylike’? Looking down I assessed my clothes: Ripped jeans, T-shirts, a Denim Jacket, and biker boots. Biker boot! I wouldn't even wear them to do grocery but this is my best American-themed apparel, Ok! How else I could blend in? I am sure a dress and six-inches heels wouldn't do. In Russia, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something ostentatiously cheap and awkward like this but I didn't want eyes scaling me on the occasion of my escaping riot.

"What do you mean? I got what I came for. You should be happy I'm letting you live." Elena stepped forward, letting her silk robe slide off her shoulders. Underneath, she was wearing a sheer, black lace nightie that left nothing to the imagination. "How can you leave when I'm standing here wearing something like this?" she whispered. "You came for the gold... but don't you want to take me, too?" The robber went completely still. The gun lowered an inch. He had never seen anything like that. "What kind of game is this? You're crazy. I'm a criminal, lady. I'm a robber. Are you out of your mind?."

The rogues that lived here didn't have clothes the way everyone else did, in fact, i had noticed that most of the time they just walked around either in the nude, or simply in their wolf forms, so the items of clothing I had been given did not exactly consist of a full outfit. The bits of cloth I had consisted of two large strips of fabric one black and one brown, which I myself would have to fashion into some sort of respectable costume for me to wear while we made our way back to Gilliards pack. I quickly wrapped the black cloth around my newly toned torso, and tied it in a tight knot at my hip creating a strapless top, but covering up the majority of the scars littering my back. The scarr

I can still play the innocent nice girl even if no one believes that I really am. I change into some sturdy pants and layer a tank top with a long sleeved shirt on top. I finish off my outfit with thick socks and my warrior boots that are really broken in. I don’t get cold like most wolves, but I have no idea what is going to happen tonight and I have to assume that I might not get back to the house tonight. “You look ready for a fight.” Robbie says, smiling. “Not a fight, but the woods for sure. You guys have been out there. The ground is all muddy and sloppy. I’d rather trash my hiking shoes than my tennis shoes any day.”

The cash struck my face and scattered across the floor. He smiled without a trace of apology, his gaze dismissive. "Sorry. It slipped." The pot-bellied man, Mr. Zimmerman, chimed in again. "Mr. Stone is generous. That's real class right there."

one of them suddenly shouted i froze. But it was the vanity table he led them to, but the massive wardrobe of clothes. Abandoning my earlier plan, i divided for the phone instead and grabbed it like flash. “Wow, there are so many expensive clothes and jewelry here. I wish we could take some” one of the robbers said. “Wish could take some.? Is the priority of robbers not to steal.? Or…. Does it mean they were sent by someone to kidnap me.?” I thought in horror my eyes wide open. I quickly texted paul

Right before it closed, Adrian stepped in. "Gosh," I blinked hard, looking straight down. Just when I thought I'd succeeded in avoiding him today. He walked in, dressed up so fucking casual. His outfit was a full stylish look — tailored long pants that hugged his legs perfectly, a fitted black shirt unbuttoned at the top showing a hint of chest, and a luxurious black robe draped loosely over his shoulders like he had just rolled out of bed but still looked expensive. The robe swayed with his movement, the silk catching the light.

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.