Novel & Cerita Sasuke Outfits

He was dressed and ready for the evening in a perfectly tailored three-piece black suit which they were sure Kaito picked out. A crisp white shirt showed beneath his vest, while a deep red rose sat neatly in his breast pocket, adding a small but striking touch of colour to the otherwise dark ensemble. His hair had been brushed back from his face, exposing his forehead and giving him a polished, mature appearance. His glasses rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose, completing the look. He looked really good. Yasu slowed when he noticed the tense atmosphere between them and he frowned slightly. "Guys, what's going on here?"

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

- 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.

Isamu, who has red hair and golden brown eyes, rocked a street punk look and exuded an electrical magnetic charm. Tadashi, who has orange hair and oblivion black eyes, looked at home in his simple black shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. Hansuke, who has light brown hair and hazel eyes, looked cute in his hoodie, trousers, and sneakers. Eiichi, who has purple hair and indigo eyes, looked suave in his V-neck long-sleeved shirt, long pants, and classy shoes. Tatsuya, who has green hair and turqoise eyes, looked smart in his woolen vest with a shirt underneath, long pants, and working shoes.

He picked up the katana, took one look around the bedroom and headed for the ‘portrait. On the portrait, the goddess was dressed in an ancient Spartan soldier’s apparels, clutching a spear. She really looked ready for battle; I thought to myself as my invisible double opened the ‘portrait’ and walked inside. In less than two seconds, he was clad in a black suit, white long sleeved shirt, purple necktie and a black belt, with a special belt holding the katana. Without further hesitation, my invisible double stepped into the special bath tub from the rear, while I returned to my bedroom.

Zitrey fearlessly stares back on her old acquaintance, “You've never changed, acting like a lost kitten and bite the hands who've helped you, same old tricks as ever. Right scaredy-cat Z? Or should I call you the notorious fierce assassin– Aoi Akuma?” Just then, a freezing harsh wind blows. The smooth raven hair and clothes of Zitrey sways following the current of the air. At the same moment, Aoi Akuma hoody fell off on his head, showing his elegant features and his cunning face. The cloak he wears strongly sways in back and forth with the wind, showing his silky arctic kimono with Blue Morpho Butterflies designed on it and it's navy blue 'Hakama' with black obi belt tied on his waist. Addin

I’d fallen asleep without a shower and in the same clothes from yesterday. I pulled out my first business suit of the weekend. Mizuki had packed for me and labeled my outfits with instructions. She always wanted to make sure I didn’t go overboard with tactical gear. I was wearing what she had picked out for me. It was a Black double breasted suit with wide legged trousers that still hugged my ass. It was form fitting. I had an ivory colored blouse that dipped to show my cleavage. Mizuki loved reminding me that I was still a woman, not just an Alpha.