Spacecore Aesthetic Outfits Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later, the Eclipse touched down silently in the VIP landing bays of the royal spire, its stealth drive cloaking it entirely from visual and thermal scans. When Caleb and Scarlett stepped out of the ship, they no longer looked like interstellar warriors fresh from a battlefield. Scarlett had utilized her Origin Code to synthesize garments fit for a cosmic court. She wore a floor-length, backless gown of dark crimson silk that seemed to flow like liquid blood with every step she took. The dress was elegant, lethal, and entirely captivating, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders, pinned elegantly by her starlight brush.

"Whatever you want." "And after it's over, we sleep in separate rooms. This is a business arrangement, nothing more." Ryan nods. "Agreed." I look at Alpha Jeremy one more time. He's finished his drawing and is now talking to it like it's responding to him. If this marriage can give him back his sanity, if it can help me save my father, then maybe it's worth it. "I'll need a dress," I say. "There's a seamstress in the pack. She can have something ready in a few hours."

The look highlights both his matemarks and his sculpted chest and arms. It was hard to let them leave the house this morning looking that sexy. I’m wearing an inky black suit jacket and matching pants. The pants are flowing but tight across the ass—Nova and Cody had the seamstress make them tighter and tighter until I had to call it. I’m not about to split my pants in front of the whole pack. Like Cody, I’m not wearing a shirt, and I leave my jacket open to display my marks with pride. We look good together. Not matchy-matchy, but undeniably part of a unified whole.

Her neck was left bare to reveal her beauty, her hands were stuffed with gloves and she stood on the high heel. The eyes were deeply painted, her lips were coated with dark colour lipstick, and her blonde hair was combed to side along with her soft tentacles like emergence in her head. The other young females' jaw dropped at the beauty of Alaso. Akshara was astonished to look at Alaso in such a sexy outfit and wondered to look everyone around that room. All looked hot and sexy in their outfits. Akshara nodded her head negatively to her roommates that she could not wear such things only for promotion.

I take a step forward and he reaches out to pull me against his chest by the waist and drops a kiss on my cheek. "I haven’t seen you in an outfit like that in a while," he smirks. I stare down at myself. The black hood drapes low over my face, the edges soft but heavy. I’ve got a thick scarf looped around my neck like I’m prepping for a snowstorm, even though the airs only mildly cold. My sleeves are tight to my arms, covered in that worn velvet-like fabric. Over it, the leather bodice hugs tight and laced up the front. The brown skirt flares out unevenly, rough at the hem, and underneath are leggings that Asterin said were sewn from rattle skins. The belt—wide and old, but solid—is buckled

SCAR'S POV. Breakfast. God am so hungry. Am already used to sneaking off to eat in the middle of the night that it makes me more hungry that I missed it last night. "Where do you think you are going?" Austen pops a brow and I do the same. "What?" The way his eye browse through my outfit is nerve-wracking. Like he could see right through the tick material I am putting on. It's the leather pant Amelia had picked out for me, paired with black top with crossed chains, that hugs my upper part. A pair of black booth and a black beret.

____ A long time later Ax looked at himself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath. The omega's torso is wrapped in wine-red fabric, a beautiful chino-collar shirt glued to each stretch of skin, his hair tied up in a tight, high bun with a pretty arrangement leaving each hair in place, high-waisted pants and dark fabric like most of the ones she wears, reaching just below her chest, with two rows of silver buttons on each side, a pretty bow around the Chinese collar accessorized with a pair of short heeled boots, and earrings, small and subtle. Ax turned and looked from all possible angles, happy with the result.

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

With the information that Sapphire had gathered on the Dark Wolves, they aimed to find her clothing that would help her blend in. The outfits were primarily black and more modest than what the Bloody Sapphire preferred. While the Bloody Sapphire insisted she showcase her legs, regardless of the weather, the Dark Wolves prioritized practicality. Her wardrobe now consisted mostly of black jeans or pants, turtlenecks, and thermals, complemented by a long, dark grey wool coat. There was nothing vibrant to draw attention.

After Clarice helps her get ready, Payne comes inside the room to check on her. “Oh, you’re ready. Good, we need to go now, Soma and Gale already waiting outside.” He took her hand, while she admired him on his casual white shirt and black pants. He looked so handsome and stylish, and when Sky took a look at her other mates, she suddenly muttered, “How can I even get to be this lucky?” Soma is wearing a similar white shirt, but instead have all the button clasps, he unbuttons three of them, just enough for everyone to peek at his abs. Gale opted for an unconventional green shirt with an asymmetrical design, making him look stylish and proper.