Steve Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

She spoke with difficulty. "Zack, leave your gear behind." I began laughing. It wasn't until my tears came out that I stopped. Then, I nodded. "Alright. All yours." I started removing my gear. My tactical vest, combat knife, backpack, food, and water. As I threw them, each piece landed onto the ground with a loud metallic clink. Emilia turned away, afraid to look at me. But Dustin's eyes lit up, staring at the pile of gear like a starving wolf eyeing meat.

With a light chuckle, I got up from the bed and watched Steve rummage through his closet, looking for something that would look good on me. After a few moments of searching, he emerged with a gray shirt and white, torn jeans. As I put on the shirt, I was surprised to see how well it fit me, even though it was oversized. The jeans were tight around my thighs, which were a little bigger than Steve's, but they fit perfectly. I decided to go for a messy hair look, which added a touch of effortless charm to my overall appearance. Meanwhile, Steve went for a white shirt, a gray sweatshirt, and black jeans. He styled his hair using some gel and combed it back, revealing his striking forehead. I cou

Alexander stepped inside. He wasn’t dressed like he was going to the gym. No hoodie. No sweatpants. No wraps peeking from his pockets. Instead, he wore black jeans and a fitted black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A tattoo disappeared beneath the sleeve, a long serpent dragon, its tail wrapped along the length of his arm. He looked clean. Like he had thought about how he wanted to be seen tonight. His presence filled the room immediately. Not physically, but because he claimed it without trying.

AVA POV For a full five seconds, my brain simply couldn’t reconcile the image of the little boy I’d helped raise with the gorgeous young man who’d brought us both to such pleasure and comfort last night. The Chris in my mind was a nerdy but well-meaning child. Who was this Alpha now looking over Moonstone Pack with a deep scowl? It was even odder how clearly his authority shone considering that, unlike his sister and my ex-husband, he was not wearing ceremonial robes. He had on simple black trousers with a light blue sweater over a blue-and-white-striped button-up. Even his shoes were plain brown Oxfords.

Livia: Yeah, just come to my flat AS: Alright, I'll be there with one of my cars Livia: Okay, rich man AS: I have to take care of a few things before leaving and also prepare myself Livia: See you in a few minutes AS: You will Livia: <3 AS: <3 * * * * * * * * * * OF: I'm here Steve: I need to see every single piece of cloth you own OF: I don't have many Steve: We'll do just fine with what you own

The familiar scent of her room, lavender and something soft and warm—should have calmed her, but instead it only reminded her that she was no longer alone. The bathroom door opened quietly behind her. She froze. Steve stepped out, drying his hair with a towel. His hair was damp, darker than before, and a few strands fell loosely across his forehead. A thin trail of water slid slowly down the side of his neck and disappeared beneath the towel resting on his shoulders. He wasn’t fully dressed yet. Just the towel wrapped low around his waist. His skin was still slightly wet from the shower, and under the soft light of the room, every line of his body looked sharper, more defined.