Robber Outfit Novels & Stories

Even without being in the same room, I could picture each of them. Jack would be in something dark, probably navy with that annoying smirk that said yes, I am rich and I know it. Bobby always liked something that showed his broad shoulders, probably a fitted black suit that made him look like he was walking into a magazine cover. Gentle…well, Gentle dressed like he didn’t care but still ended up looking expensive. Something simple, clean lines, nothing dramatic. He was always the opposite of all of us.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

he said. "How did you know that?" "Because the robbers didn't come with anything, they only came like they were here to apply for jobs" he replied. So that was it, the robbers had disguised themselves that was why it was hard for the security officers to detect that they were criminals. "I understand. Anything else I need to know?" He thought for a while before replying. "They are all wearing mask Sir, and they are fully armed" he said and let out a bitter laugh.

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

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.

Geoffrey yelled. “No, we can't just leave them,” Robbert said, gritting his teeth. He growled angrily, then charged toward a group of rogues attacking one of his soldiers. He leaped off the ground and shifted into his human form, then dropped toward a rogue with a heavy blow. He slammed his fist into the rogue's head, instantly destroying its skull in anger. He grabbed another by the neck and snapped its back bone with his knee. Robbert ravaged through the rogue forces, tearing them apart limb from limb until his entire body was covered in blood.

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.