Novel & Cerita Scenecore Outfits

Liz and Gigi hadn't seen or heard from each other since that party that previous week and they were both doing such a good job ignoring each other's existence, filling the void weren't that hard for them both, they were used to it. "How about this one?" Nicky was rocking a short skirt with light blue raffles and a white crop top. That simple outfit was more expensive than Gigi's entire wardrobe probably. The thing with Gigi was that she loved designing her clothes, she felt powerful wearing them and everyone would compliment them as if they were from a famous designer, so it was a win-win situation for her. And even though she had the money to afford expensive clothes, she preferred using th

Their control. Perhaps a part of me always wanted to become like them. That was why I had prepared an outfit inspired by them years ago, almost as though I already knew a day like this would eventually arrive. I walked toward the hidden wardrobe by the side of my room and opened it slowly. There it was. A deep crimson red leather outfit. Tight fitted bodice reinforced like armor that hugged my waist perfectly. A high collar neckline that made me appear colder and more dangerous. Long leather gloves stretching past my elbows.

With a wry smile, I crumpled up the note, deciding not to let their antics ruin my mood. Clearly, they were determined to keep up their charade, but I refused to let their warnings dictate my choices. For the day, I chose an outfit that exuded confidence and style, paying no heed to the threatening notes scattered around my room. The outfit featured a sleek, black crop top with delicate lace detailing along the neckline, offering a subtle yet alluring touch. Paired with high-waisted jeans in a classic blue denim wash, the ensemble struck the perfect balance between casual comfort and chic sophistication.

I restored the crystal to its exact position, every movement mechanical, my pulse roaring like a wounded predator in my ears but my hands—my traitorous, obedient hands—steady. Shawn emerged from the bathing chamber, his pelt damp, steam rising from his shoulders. He lay down and turned his back. "You will arrange the formal gear," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Kurt’s initiation armor. Lydia’s court dresses. Marga’s ritual silks—use the citrus soap, ensure your scent does not contaminate the fabrics." I rose in the darkness and walked to the wardrobe. I began to pack his luggage anyway. Boots polished to mirror-brightness. Shirts pressed until the seams screamed. The silk gowns I

I moved a black bag off my shoulders, "Don't worry, I secured it with me when leaving." "Phew~ I almost had a panic attack." "I couldn't risk leaving the 'game changer' here," I answered satisfied with my action. "I don't even think the spring collection could salvage that part." He added, relieved. "It's the outfit for the finale, of course, it can't." I scanned through the outfits, the woman had brought for the event. "These clothes are fire though, Noah Park sure lives up to his reputation." Hae Jin joined in the search.

" Andrew forcefully took off her shades and mask, slamming them into her hand. For the next couple of hours, Alice was put through the wringer by Andrew, shooting down every outfit she fancied. "Mr. Kingston, why don't you spill the beans on the exact design you want?" Alice grumbled after trying on the 9th outfit. "That one works." Andrew gestured towards the outfit she had on—a navy blue long dress adorned with delicate black and silver detailing on the neckline and sleeves. She underwent a similar routine for accessories, hair, and makeup.

I raised an eyebrow. “Fine?” He shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching—the closest thing to a smile I’d ever seen from him. “Better than Cole’s idea of getting us all drunk again.” Cole gasped and the room dissolved into laughter. Thursday arrived too fast. We dressed nicely, as instructed—Mira in a flowing dress, Hori in something effortlessly cool, me in a simple but elegant outfit that felt camera-ready. The boys cleaned up well. Kyrian especially, in a dark button-down that made his shoulders look even broader.

No one in his or her right state of mind would swim among the predators who can crush bones in a blink of second. I quickly got changed into a pairs of faded denim jeans,a cotton shirt covering my most of body from scorching sun and a scarf around my neck.I tied my hairs onto a high pony tail,slipped on the boots that Stefano's styling team added into my closet along with the expensive clothes.I am taking his leverage.

"You're looking quite dapper tonight. I think you should wear red more often." "Noted. And tonight, I look like a tycoon, all thanks to you." He grins while attempting a pose that makes my heart thump even faster than it normally does. I helped him look for an outfit that was unique, one that made him look even hotter. Scott is a fine gentleman with quite amazing features, especially his arms, so I chose a black Phantom of the Opera Venetian half mask which goes with black dress pants and, a black button down shirt and on top of it, a red and black aristocrat vest. Roxy is the odd one out, since the rest of us have outfits with matching colors. If only Kye was here.

He seems more confident dressed like this and my heart hurts to think of the Primus I once knew. Carnelia's change is a bit more dramatic. She goes from being dressed as a non-descript boy into a beautiful woman with a commanding presence. Her clothing is both fine and practical. Her leather vest fits snuggly over a dress of fine linen and Her ankle-length dress in a fluid line of red linen and satin, is belted with leather vest that is cinched tightly enough to allow her to forego wearing any kind of corset. I remember how much she hated wearing them, so I am not surprised that her dream self would avoid them.