Stolas Outfit Novels & Stories

"Mr. Ford, please, help your wife put it on, and we will come in later." Weston didn’t reply. Instead, he walked towards Stella with the gown and glanced at the short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants she had put on for an unhindered escape. “Why are you standing still? You want me to take them off for you?” Stella moved a bit, then raised her hand and took off her clothes. She tore off the laces of her sweatpants and slowly pulled them off. Behind her was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which clearly reflected her entire body.

“Shit.” It was funny to watch her stagger forward in surprise. “I’m ready.” Lifting an eyebrow, she smiled back. “Perfect.” She satin blue dress was made for her. Not everyone could pull off a high-low dress, but she did. Stacy was in a blush colored dress. It has a massive slit that showed off her leg. The top hugs her so tight her boobs might fall out, but she looked amazing. All the guys were wearing a black tux with matching ties.

Ha. We were seated at the corner booth since we were both done with our duty. She and I both had changed out of our work clothes and I knew I still smelled of grease. Stella was wearing a maroon V-neck blouse that was a little too deep for my liking. Her watermelon-sized breasts were literally spilling out of her top and I wasn't even tempted to keep looking. Her skirt was extra short and I knew she was desperate for my attention like a chimp craving for a banana.

Vilkas and Ghama Stefan walked in. He was neat, organized, and kept track of everything. Except for how the message got out. Stefan was, as always, dressed to impress, in black dress slacks with a purple shirt and black tie, it was no secret he swung for the other team and He had no problem with that.

I wasn't sure what catch and catch was but I blamed Marcus so that I didn't have to hear from her anymore. I was dressed in red silk stola and rich purple palla with gold embroidered patterns. Something called a limbus was added to my usual outfit. I loved how beautiful it made the stola look; it was sewn to the hem of the stola from the inside. So I looked like I was wearing several pretty layers, and the purple palla made my eyes sparkle.

Estella greeted me from behind the bar, "Glad you made it before the match." "Thanks. I see just as many yellow shirts as red." "You stand out if you don't wear your color. We sell Slam shirts for twelve bucks if you want one." "Absolutely. I'm not exactly blending in at the moment." They all laughed as Estella dug out a plastic-wrapped red t-shirt from under the bar. "I'll put it on your tab and you can go change in the bathroom if you want." "Go change. We'll hold your stool," Stub said as she waved me away.

Rhydor “Father, how do I look?” Sylvia twirled playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I looked at her and took in her appearance. Sylvia wore a fitted, deep maroon training set,tight but flexible pants tucked into sleek black combat boots, and a sleeveless leather vest over a long-sleeved black shirt. The vest bore our pack’s insignia, etched in silver across her chest. Her hair was tied into a tight braid, and thin, protective leather guards wrapped around her forearms. She looked every bit like someone ready to take on the battlefield,not just a spoiled Alpha’s daughter.

Finally! I walk over to the baths and bring out my folded set of clothes. “I’d like something like this,” I hand over the clothes to a maid, and the skirts to another “If you would please, throw away that one.” They work crazy fast, and soon enough, I’m reviewing my fresh clothes in the full length mirror. Wool lined riding pants, a knitted tunic that reaches the middle of my tights and has billowy sleeves. Something like a corset that they told me was a called a stomacher at my waist, long and heeled boots, my dagger belt looped around my hip. Over everything, a knee length coat.

he says confidently. To my confusion, Thanos steps forward, his hair slicked back with gel and his beard styled to perfection. He’s wearing a black satin blazer, with gold sequins decorating the left-hand side of the jacket that makes it appear as though gold coral is creeping across the fabric. Underneath he’s wearing a black buttoned-up shirt with a gold strip down the button lining of the shirt and has paired it with black slacks with a gold strip down the outer seam of the pants along with gold leather oxfords.

Rosa, Penny, and Nick were all staring at the spectacle before them with a tiny relieved smile. Rosa Edmond and Penelope Douglas; my Esthetician and massage therapist respectively were already dressed in our signature uniform—A pink-colored two-piece outfit consisting of a top and pants. The top has a V-neck design and short puff sleeves, and the pants are a loose, jogger-style cut. But Nick— the nail technician was still dressed casually. Okay… what the hell is going on here? Tara unwrapped her arms from my body and grabbed my shoulders instead. “You are not hurt anywhere, are you? Do you feel pain anywhere? Do you feel dizzy?”