Dallas Winston Jacket Novels & Stories

“His clothes. Something he wears... I just want to feel him close... the room now smells more like me than him so get me something that's thick with his scent.” Understanding softened her face immediately. “Of course.” She went to Dax’s wardrobe and returned moments later holding an oversized hockey shirt. It was dark, soft, clearly worn more than once, and the moment she handed it to me, Dax’s scent wrapped around me so strongly my eyes almost watered. I stared at the shirt. “Hockey?” Ella looked at the name printed on the back and her eyes widened slightly. “I know this team. It’s from the human realm.”

Jax is already standing, grabbing his signature, weather-beaten brown leather jacket from the coat-hook, and slinging it over his broad shoulders. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time we make a house call.”

I brought some spare clothes because Wyatt told me beforehand. Wearing my pink floral mini dress from Cartier with panels and shot sleeves, paired with my nude stiletto, I walked my way through the staircase and saw Wyatt at the end of the stairs. He's all black today, from his dress shirt, pants, dress shoes and watch. All is black, and it looks so hot and perfectly fine on him. I smiled as I reached him and refrained myself from encircling my arms on his hands because we're still at home.

I noticed the noise Preston had been making rummaging around had suddenly gone silent. I glanced up and was shocked to see him gone. My fingers went down to the countertop with the intention of hopping down when he reentered the room. His fireman pants were gone, and now he wore his common black skinny jeans.He walked over toward me with a cream-colored suit jacket laid over his bent arm. It had black and gray floral and leaf design on it. My eyes lifted from the jacket to him as he approached me. He was silent as he lifted thejacket and opened it, laying it carefully over my shoulders. He turned away from me to grab the supplies

The hotel being a Larson family property who were considered good friends with the Wilson's and the Wallace family, ensured strict security and order, making the guests enjoy their view but had to be restrained behind rails. Cynthia stepped out, arm in Drake's and the two walked elegantly to the red carpet like a couple matched in heaven. The crowd wowed in amazement, everyone was used to Drake's habit of shining than a star, he was dressed impeccably, exuding sophistication and elegance. It was his usual bespoke black tuxedo, tailored to perfection to accentuate his tall and wonderful physique. The jacket was single-breasted with satin peak lapels, and the trousers had a strip of satin stri

Both Misty and Jane were in deep trouble, however, it was the complete opposite for the Winchesters. Things had been going well for Dennis' career lately. He was no longer dressed in suits that didn't flatter him. Instead, he sported cargo pants and a black leather jacket. Now he truly looked like a carefree artist. He looked completely different compared to his previous self. He used to be weary and disheartened, but now he was as pleased as Punch. Kesha was astonished when he showed up in his new look. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Really?" Mr. Winchester reclines against the side of his sedan, arms tucked into his pockets like he wasn't just throwing stones at my window. He is dressed up. Like the 'I'm attending a world-class event' kind of dressed up. If I ever get the chance, I'd check out his closet, just to find out how many tuxes he has. The man never repeats clothes. It's always a different colour, or style, or length. It's a brown tailcoat this time, with a matching vest and pants. A grey pin-dotted tie sits around his white collar, folded neatly into his vest.

Alyssa cried when the man walked downstairs, helped by Jonah. Winston exclaimed, "What took you so long? I'm starving here!" "Oh, wow! Look at you! Are you trying to set a new trend for the grandpas out there?" Alyssa teased, looking him up and down. Winston wore a waistcoat with a golden pocket watch at his breast. The outfit suited him well, giving him a classy, refined look. "A new trend? Ohoho, I wouldn't need to try hard to become the next trendsetter." Winston chuckled heartily. "I could throw on some slacks and easily become the next celebrity superstar of the decade.

Jackson’s shoulders visibly relaxed when Dax put on the last item, a slim but thermal jacket. Once dressed, from jacket to boots, Dax knew his Luna had put the items together. Not only were they all snug, but they were also all muted tones. Zara would have chosen lighter items and brighter colors. His Luna was a great wolf, a blessing in a world that had chosen to grind his bones and boil his blood. He straightened his jacket and stood to his full height. “Any other news?” he asked quietly as he restarted his slow trudge toward the compound.

With him gone, I can finish applying my makeup for our paragliding date. I’m polishing my lips with lip gloss when Dallas returns, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a tight black shirt that outlines his pectoral muscles. I can’t take my eyes off of him. Even though I’m dressed in a pair of beige tights and a matching shirt, Dallas makes me feel underdressed. “You look good,” I say, glancing at his outfit.