Spacecore Aesthetic Outfits Novels & Stories

When we start getting closer to the heart of the pack, the guys stop walking and get in between two buildings to shift into their human form and get dressed. Then they come back out like nothing happened, looking way better than I would after a shift. Right now, I’m wearing a skimpy black dress with long sleeves to cover myself from the cold… but it’s so short, I’d show my ass to the whole pack if I bent over even the tiniest bit. I also did my makeup a little bit heavier than usual and I put all of my thick hair up in a tall ponytail. I think I look hot, but that’s my biased opinion.

“Morning, warrior-to-be! Let’s get you dressed for victory.” I eyed the pile she dumped on the bed: high-end leggings with reinforced panels, moisture-wicking tops, and sports bras that looked more like fashion statements than functional wear. “These look… expensive. And tight. I was thinking sweats.” Amara waved that away with a grin. “Sweats are for hiding. You need to feel powerful. Who knows who might be watching you out there?” She winked, clearly enjoying herself. “A certain tall, scarred Alpha who’s been extra attentive lately? Come on, try the black set. It’ll hug everything in the right way and still let you move.”

"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.

I pestered Archie for details, but, for once, he was tight-lipped, and only said, ‘it was magical. I wish I could say we are all wearing sparkly and unique suits, but we decided to keep our looks simple so that the women can shine tonight. Aside from Darius, we’re all in traditional black suits, with small pops of color or embellishments. Archie and Artemis have orange pocket squares. Tobias has kept with his trend of having gold woven into his look. Saph told me her dress is blue, which doesn’t surprise me; it’s her color.

IRIS “Meet your new brother.” “What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true. “Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.

Zoe’s patience and understanding continued, determined to help me find an outfit. After going back and forth for a while, Zoe and I finally picked out a chic and classy outfit. The sleek black skirt flowed gracefully to my ankles, with a fancy ruffle adding a playful twist. It hugged my curves just right, giving a hint of charm without showing too much. I matched the skirt with an off-white top that flowed gracefully over me. Two lovely fabric flowers decorated the chest, giving a delicate touch to the outfit. It felt a bit dressy, but overall, it looked charming and elegant.

They returned with bags full of a hundred years' worth of fallen scales. “We knew this day was coming when someone would finally have the wisdom of the real might of our scales,” Astra purred at her rider as he marvelled that they had actually stored every single scale they shed over the years. Olive and Calor had rolled their eyes at Astra's display of affection at Wayne. Dragomance. Yuck! “Your suit is most marvelous,” Walter said to Olive at noon, a few hours to the end of their partial rest. Her suit was identical to the look of her dragon, flaming orange/red, and a midnight blueish black. When she turned a certain angle, she was clearly invisible.

It was the hyper-critical look on her face that gave me pause, the same one I saw a time or two on the other members of this pack. “Either powder blue or black, for sure. A cinched waist will draw eyes to her hips while also removing the attention from her stomach. It’ll be difficult finding a dress that covers the scars, but I can manage.” Carmen said in a slightly nasal voice, tapping a coffin shaped nail against her dimpled chin.

She scrambled to obey. For the next hour, Vespera constructed her armor. She rejected the pastels of her past life. She rejected the modest cardigans Mrs. Thorne had forced her to wear to look "grateful." She chose silk blouses with high necks that hid the finger-bruises on her arms. She chose wide-legged trousers that lengthened her stride. She chose blazers with shoulder pads that made her silhouette look like a blade. Black. Navy. Charcoal. And a deep, violent Crimson.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.