Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

“You’re ruining me for anyone else.” And maybe I already was ruined too. I slipped into a black jumpsuit, zipped halfway up, revealing just a hint of lace beneath. My boots matched Darlington’s—military issue, thick-soled and ankle high. Over it, I threw on a cropped utility jacket. Hair in a slick ponytail. To top it all an eyeliner and Ms Paris body mist and perfume. I picked out Darlington’s outfit: black armor tee-top, baggy cargo pants, and a sleek vest, combat boots, and his signature Patek Phillipe wristwatch. He smirked at how I matched him like we were some kind of elite spy couple.

he commanded. I paused, confused because this has never happened before. Did this mean we were going somewhere special? I hurried into the bathroom with the bag, surprised by how light it felt compared to what he usually threw at me. Opening it, I pulled out a long white gown, the kind that would make me look like his secretary if I had to walk beside him. Tucked inside were a slim silver necklace and a pair of tiny earrings. I sighed, hoping Morgan wouldn’t catch sight of me dressed like this. If she did, she’d probably crush me without a second thought, and I couldn’t handle that again. It was only fair to hope she stayed far away.

They were all eligible but Cole still couldn't imagine having to report to them. Cole’s thoughts were interrupted as a lady walked in escorted by John. The first thing he noticed when she walked in was her bright red lipstick. Her face was pale and pitched and hair was an artificial white blond. She wore a cream coloured dress which altogether made the lipstick color all the more popping.

But I trusted my Dads, and if they thought it would work, then I did, too. “Won’t they check who we are, though?” Paps grinned. “That’s where these come in.” I frowned after him as he crouched down, sliding out a hidden chest beneath a pile of assorted, brightly coloured clothes. They had outfits for the army, the navy, and what looked like American Civil War period clothes. I nodded to a pair of breeches and a button-down jacket as my Paps struggled to find whatever it was he was searching for. “Big Alexander Hamilton fans, are you?” I teased.

"Are you really going to make trouble here?" Merck arched a brow, his gaze sweeping coldly over his men. At once, they understood and slid their daggers away. I folded my arms, watching the scene unfold with amusement. "Boss, why not just take off your jacket and show them? That'll settle it." Merck shot me a helpless glare, but obeyed. He shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing the uniform only members of a certain covert division were allowed to wear. Yves's eyes widened as they locked onto the insignia stitched across the fabric, the word "Confidential" stamped beneath. His complexion drained from pale to ashen, until not a trace of color remained. His lips moved as though he wanted to sp

Over the past few suns, Seth had deployed his runners to send over even more high-end outfits, each tailored perfectly to my slender male frame and pulled straight off the secret runways of luxury brands adored by the wealthiest omegas in the territory. The sparkling, jeweled cloaks line up like a parade of absolute spotlight-stealers, but none of them fit the exact visual image I have in mind for my grand surprise at Amara's feast. I am absolutely not looking to stand out in the crowd today. Those flashy designer pack labels are simply too loud for the kind of game I am playing. Eventually, my fingers settle on a long-sleeved tunic with a very quiet, hidden kind of elegance. The deep peacoc

She seems to be covering something on her shoulder. " It's alright" she said. Seeing that she's covering up something that looks like a scar I felt bad. " This design is cheap." I got another gown, it was a turtle neck black short gown. " Change her into this." I gave them the gown and left the room. When she came out, she looked so beautifully shaped. This is what she hid under those baggy clothes she wore previously. Next I bought her heels and paid for her make up. I could just....

Each man an elite fighter who were both brave and fierce. All of us dressed in complete black. Bullet proof vest adorning our bodies as we dress in the specialized clothes designed by Tony and his team. The clothes meant to look and feel light weight but could instantly heat up to the equivalence of 10 winter coats. Wool coats to be more exact. They were also designed to hold special electronical devices. Like James Bond. A smile rising at the thought of being a spy and going on a mission to save the girl. But if only it was that simple though. Now armed with weapons and a plan do we move to set our plan into action. Tony currently with us at the moment, having wanted to see us off since he

He threw me a glare and I immediately stopped smiling. KELVIN'S POV I clenched my fists angrily waiting for the boss call. If only she hadn't messed my plans up, Alex Sigmud would have been dead by now but she had to. I opened my wardrobe and brought a black hoodie then I wore it before I proceeded outside. I got to the entrance gate of the institute. The guard came out and I smirked. He's our help in this mission. We already bought him over with money so he was helping us faithfully.

**“Move out.” Harlan tossed Leo a compact black vest. **“Body armor. Don’t argue.”** He slung his rifle. Mack hefted a bag of grenades. Reynolds gave a thumbs-up, already deep in the laptop’s code, hacking the lab’s systems. Leo shrugged on the vest, the weight unfamiliar but solid. He chambered a round in the Glock. The rain lashed the station walls, a fitting soundtrack to the storm they were about to unleash. They slipped out the back door, Leo and Harlan melting into the downpour towards the hidden lab truck, Mack circling wide towards the fiery chaos he would birth at the dig site.