Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

The bandits, dressed in garments reminiscent of Arab attire, emerged from the shadows with a menacing air about them. Their appearance was striking yet foreboding. The bandits wore tattered desert robes, their faces partially concealed by worn scarves. Their eyes gleamed with a mixture of cunning and malice, and the weapons they brandished spoke of their skill in combat. Each bandit seemed battle-hardened, with weathered features and a hardened resolve etched upon their faces. Their leader stood tall and imposing, a figure draped in flowing robes adorned with intricate patterns. His eyes bore an intensity that pierced through the chaos, marking him as a force to be reckoned with. His presenc

purred Des, “there's a guy who could whip me into weather any day. - Which one? — Over at the bar. The pirate standing next to the redhead in the evening gown – fantasy more mixuruca, what is she dressed as? – and that pretty Asian girl in the harem outfit. I looked where she was pointing and had to agree. That Pirate Wasn't a Johnny Depp with that girly eye makeup, he had a more masculine look, an Orlando Bloom. He had the presence and physique to wear a chain, the long-sleeved white shirt open in the front, showing off a lean, muscular chest. The shirt was covered by a vest of beaten leather and tied at the waist with a kind of sash. Black pants hugged her thighs muscular shoulders, and hi

Then Rob strode in, he was holding hangers carrying a well ironed white blouse and black skirt, with big white stripes on it -it seems like it's a school uniform. "Here's the costume, sir" Rob said as he dropped the on the table. Mr huge dîck stopped reading his magazine, he reached for the clothes and inspected them for a moment, before throwing them back on the table. "Hm" he nodded. "You can leave" he told Rob and faced me. "Change into this" I agreed wordlessly. I hurried reached for the clothes and located his bathroom, I stripped and changed into the school uniform in no time. A smirk appeared on my face as I stared at my reflection in the wall mirror, because wearing these school unif

What's with it? "Why? There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing?" I said. Well, I'm wearing a white plain t-shirt, jogging pants, and sandals. Nica just shook her head and pulled me into their house. "Oh? I thought we’re going now?" I asked. "There's no way we're going to the mall, with you just wearing our P.E attire! Hey, Andy! You're already over eighteen and you're still NBSB! So, come and let me lend you my clothes! No buts!" she said to me after she saw my reaction which is going to refuse. NBSB? No Boyfriend Since Birth, right?

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.

It holds a whip while slapping it in the palm. She narrowed her eyes open to see who it was. She closed her eyes again when the light suddenly turned on. She could now see the surroundings, especially the man standing. There was something on Zoe’s face. She thought she only had gags balls on her mouth, she also had bondage hoods or bondage masks if someone calls it. These thieves wear every time they rob a bank. What is she wearing? She asks herself in her mind. She tried to look around again and saw some cameras. There are computers and various other devices. It’s like a film studio because there’s a lot of wire around them.

devastating. ‎We had raided a high-end boutique an hour ago—breaking the window, grabbing what we needed, and leaving a stack of stolen cash on the counter. He wore a black tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders like a second skin. The white shirt contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and the tribal tattoos that peeked out above the collar. His hair was tied back in a severe knot, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the scar that ran down his cheek. ‎ ‎He didn't look like a Rogue. He looked like a dangerous, foreign royalty. A warlord in silk.

It was a black wig and crappy mustache. After he reached the cave, he took off his royal clothes, folded them neatly then stuffed them in a bag. He then put on the wig and mustache, coupled with a dirty brown robe. He looked like a beggar. Exactly what he was going for. As long as he minded his own business, he wouldn't have trouble with anyone. He also stuffed some gold coins into a pouch and hung it around his waist. To complete the look, he wore a pair of worn out shoes and put a blade of grass between his teeth. He even felt like a beggar. This time, Ron was going to town not to have fun but to gather information.

Furious, the robber lunged at Tina viciously. "You bitch! You asked for this!" Tina was flat on her back and did not have the strength to fight back as the robber charged at her again. She could only curl up to hold onto the necklace containing Sophie's bone. "Give it up!" However, the robber was a blue collar worker and very strong. His hands were like pliers that grabbed firmly on her arm as he attempted to unfold her. He did not expect Tina to hold on so tightly that his temple veins were bulging, and he could not even pull her arm off.

They were low and full, searching my own with a smirk lining his plump lips. "Well look at me. They over did me too!" I chuckle and looked at his outfit. It looked like a long black robe, identical to my kimono, but in black and gold with patches a golden embroidery on his shoulder and elbows. His robe also had very wide arms, and I noticed we were both barefoot too! "Is there a lot of guest here?" I asked timidly, but he only shakes his head no right away.