Sasuke Outfits Novels & Stories

The blood in my veins wanted to pull him close and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, but my mind couldn’t give in to that idea. I was battling an internal conflict with my body and just seeing his eyes had me weak. He stood a few feet away dressed in an informal clothing, while I wore my warrior suit, a black skintight leather suit with green stripes running around, symbolizing the Pack’s identity. Its design helped us to move flexibly. The arena was nearly empty except for Zallen and Cason who stood on my side and the spectacle guy, along with Masoo.

She was very happy today. Sebastian is also in a good mood. The harvest on the first day of the open beta far exceeded his expectations. He first put on the Sword Sect clothes, and ruthlessly threw the original leather armor and iron boots into the ring for sale. These ordinary leather boots are not as comfortable as the spiritual clothes. The Sword Sect costume is made of blue and white silk satin. It looks particularly energetic when worn. The gold edges tattooed on the sleeves are unique to the inner temple costumes. There is a small pocket sword embroidered on the left side of the chest, and the word "Tian Yan" is embroidered on the right side.

Even if I'm not with Ryu, I will never be with Sakura. I looked at the girl chewing and popping her bubble gum. She was dressed in jean overalls with a pink shirt underneath and blue sneakers. Then my eyes flitted to Toshiro who was wearing their practise uniform. Navy blue shorts and a milk shirt which was drenched with his sweat. His blonde locks were sticking to his face. I can't believe this dunce is a father. His eyes met mine and he smiled at me. I just averted my gaze.

Akira’s POV The night of the mission had arrived, and my heart pounded in my chest as Hunter fastened the belt of my black outfit—a sleek combination of fitted trousers, a bodycon top, and comfortable boots. He had picked the outfit himself, saying black was ideal for blending into the darkness. I agreed with him. The less attention I attracted, the better. Once he was done adjusting my belt, he stepped back, his sharp gaze sweeping over me to make sure everything was in place. He nodded, satisfied. “All good and ready to go,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.

After getting up from bed, Tsarayu walked towards his wardrobe. There were many luxurious clothes inside with varying designs for specific occasions. Tsarayu picked a few out of them to wear. As he got dressed, he decided to wear a golden robe just like the one that Tsaki often wears, the robe with Lions embroidered on it. After getting himself ready, Tsarayu looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit that he certainly did look like the prince of an empire. No wonder the others were so jealous

All I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs. No real telling if Sokin is talking about me or Sai. My brand isn’t visible or obvious like his. Still. I’m a too obvious wrinkle in that ever pristine and crisp uniform of his. Sokin doesn’t wear clothes. Use training gear. Or dress in the way that the average person does. He dons his armor. Whatever it is. It’s always black. Perfectly tailored. Always clean, crisp, precision to highlight rather than overshadow the perfection beneath it. My existence annoys him. Always has.

He studied until 4 in the morning. I might as well do some research on that strange ghost I've been seeing in my dream. He continued his research until 7am, i might as well go take a shower. Time to get dress. Now what will I wear today? Oh yeah I know. Today am wearing a light blue shirt with Itachi print on it with black jeans and white convene on. Damn I look hot right now. Time to head out the door no time to eat at all. I reached school at

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

- Kurayami, he said, then, led towards the corridor, back to his room, Tsuki sat on the bed, waiting for the new god to return. - You don't mind if I choose the clothes, you wear when you're with me, right? - Kurayami, questioned him, heading towards his closet. - I do not care. Tsuki said. - So, there's no problem with that. - Kurayami, came back with a uniform, which was silver, boots a uniform in the best style of Akropolis, with shoulder pads that simulated contorted heads of a dragon.

Every one of the men was in a sleek three-piece suit, while the girls wore cocktail dresses. With her long hair down, Sakura wore a pale-pink satin and lace sweetheart gown. She was directed to sit in the middle on the antique sofa. Meanwhile, beside her on her left was Sebastian, who looked like some young, arrogant business tycoon sitting there with one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back against the seat.