Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

“No…no. How can we go past the guards?” Even in the dim lighting, I could see his bright smile of relief washes on his face, and then he placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “Leave that to me, and don’t say anything.” I simply nodded without raising any objection to whatever plan was hatching inside his head. A shiver ran down my spine soon as he placed his large hand on the small of my back and guided me through the walkway. Right past a shady lamp post, just then, I noticed that Nikolai had changed his clothes to one of those similar to what the guards were wearing. A black combat pants and a sturdy coat with a multitude of pockets on the sides and chest. In addition to that, he wore a

"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.

His head poked out next. "We need to dress our parts," he said in irritation. I took the clothes and sighed. Royal silk robes and pants. "It's like wearing pajamas all day, cool," I chuckled, pulling up the silky pants. "Don't get a raging hard on, it's hard to hide a swollen cock in these garments." I nodded in agreement as I donned the robe. Dregs eyed me in appreciation as I twirled around for him. He opened a box on his dresser and handed me a beautiful sapphire ring.

The skinny man could only use the hides and leaves as clothes. In that case, after seeing an inner shirt by the water pond that day, the skinny man picked it up as soon as possible, as if he had found a treasure. Together with the loose robe that he exchanged with his companion for ten mysterious crystals, he finally had a happy life with clothes on. Unexpectedly, he was robbed by Ding Hao that day, and even the inner shirt was taken off. That was how Ding Hao saw the shirt.

I looked over my shoulder each time a human passed me in fear that they would find out that I wasn't normal like them. Walking over to the lingerie section, my fingers fumbled as I took a lacy black bra off the hook along with matching panties. I can't remember the last time I wore proper underwear. I took a few more pairs, all black and even got a pair of black combat boots and two pairs of jeans. When I was done, I made my way towards toe check out and found Hunt waiting there for me. "Is that all you're getting?" he asked, frowning down at my small basket.

I'm only thankful I chose to do the laundry myself instead of having the housekeeping bots handle it. Night Walker's suit was made to reflect any light and sound waves, a very convenient way for me to get away without detection. It was easy to wear the suit, nothing too fancy. A sleeveless hoodie, some cargo pants with multiple compartments and I was set. It's more of an outfit than a suit but 'Night Walker's suit' sounded a lot fancier than Night Walker's attire. It was a combat garment and not a fashion piece no matter how it appears.

She was fifteen-fucking-years-old. "I hope that you guys aren't drinking the shit this bar stocks?" A rumbling, laughing, arrogant voice echoes' through the four walls from behind us forcing our heads to turn to put a face to the voice, but not before I noticed the look on Madelaine's face. She wasn't scared before, I did not nearly have the effect on her like this prick did. What has this fool done to her? This must be Roberto. He near us, waving his men to stand by the door. He was dressed in an expensive navy suit jacket which hung past his hips, probably because it couldn't fit around his fat stomach. His beige dress shirt was barely tucked in and I suppose that was thanks to his stomach

I open it and truly few of her clothes are in here. I grab a pair of slutty pajamas, cause that's the available one and put it on. This is so uncomfortable. She's dead and i don't wear slutty PJs to bed. It's a purple shorts and top with straps. I find her hand dryer and blow dry my hair before going to bed. **** A loud knock jolts me up from the bed. Who the hell is knocking my door at late midnight? What do they want? " Who's there?" I grumble as i get out of bed to open the door. Rob stands outside smartly dressed in a black dress shirt and jeans.

Just as he has found a target who is obviously filthy rich, not to mention such a very easy target because it was a ‘kid’, someone has to interrupt him! “You fcking nosy brat…” the robber spoke when suddenly, he froze after he noticed the uniform that Raine was wearing. “Ri – Riverside High… “ he stammered then looked clearly at Raine’s face. “Raven black hair… deep blue eyes… pale skin… you can’t be – ?!” he muttered as he looked at Raine with his eyes wide in shock. “Waaah!” he screamed and ran away as fast as he could.

I asked, still laughing. He looked down at his outfit, an expression of mock offense crossing his face. “Hey, now, I happen to like this robe,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yours is over there, you will have to put it on too,” he added, a hint of mischief in his voice. I stopped laughing, my smile disappearing as I realized I will also have to put it on. I slowly picked up the robe, turning it over in my hands. It was made of the scratchiest fabric I had ever felt, and the colors were even worse up close.