Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.”

Jayson ordered. I saw the other two men pick up the practically lifeless body and run through the forest. While he had been busy giving his orders, I had taken the opportunity to shift back and pull on some clothes. Jeans and a vest top with some sandals, I was used to travelling light these days and it was pretty much the same outfit I had worn for the last ten years.

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."

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.