Deku Final Suit Novels & Stories

"Your uncle is right. He’s built for the hit. I’m built for the escape." "Are you shifted for the game?" Mateo asked, eyeing Derek’s civilian suit. "Not yet," Derek said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a folded blue and yellow jersey. "I actually... I brought you something. It’s my colors. If you want to wear them." "A Bobcats jersey?" Mateo’s jaw dropped. He looked at Santiago, then at his mother, before snatching the fabric. He held it up, his small hands barely spanning the width of the '19' on the back. "Cool! It’s like a trophy!"

That night, when Drake’s father passed him the title of an Alpha, it was full of stars, and the pack was joyful and they all celebrated. Suzy came into Lotta’s room and brought her a beautiful white satin dress, that suited her like it was made just for her. It was sleeveless, with a silver belt, and followed the shape of her body, with a large slit on the side. She also had matching shoes, with high heels, in silver color. “What is all this, Suzy? Lotta asked when she saw all that.

he said, feeling a little frustrated. Kate laughed at his comment and patted him on the back. "Come on, Alexander. Don't give up now. You'll find the perfect suit, I just know it," she said, playfully pushing him back towards the dressing room. Alexander chuckled and shook his head, knowing Kate was right. He returned to the dressing room and tried on a few more suits, each one getting closer to what he wanted. Finally, he found a navy blue suit with a slim fit that looked perfect on him. He stepped out of the dressing room, feeling confident in his choice.

Klyde told him he’d go with a black suit that would complement Wade’s suit since they’re coming together, but Aien insisted on adding some details. “Klyde, I know you’re pretty,” the beta suddenly said that day as they bicker about the design of the suit. “But I won’t let you attend that party looking plain. You should eat them all up with your fit.” A silver-lining was then etched into the collars of the suit jacket, and along the waist too. “To accentuate your waist. You have such a small waist, if you add that detail, anyone would drool over you.”

Dwell-in-White, this is the cosmetics company that Drake is part of. I knew Luke noticed something strange in him that I should be careful about but I needed a job. And if Drake really isn't human I need to know what he is. I face the mirror and look at my formal attire applying for job; conservative 2 piece suit that I paired with a fitted skirt knee-length, near skin color stockings and dark shoes with only 1 inch heels. I think this suits for applying as a secretary since that is the job offered to me by Drake Dwellins or sir Drake.

“Can we talk outside?” Deke had phrased his words into a question, but his glare said he wasn’t asking at all. Kimber swallowed. Wearing a pair of fine-fitting jeans, black boots, a khaki T-shirt with the word ARMY stretched in black above his solid left pectoral, and a demanding glare, Deke looked like a man on a serious personal mission. Everything about his demeanor seconded that. He hadn’t greeted his buddy and had barely answered Adam’s question. He hadn’t said hello to either of them. No pleasantries; just down to business.

Doom reacted. "Well, not going to lie, the sleeve part is my favorite. Also, the color palette is simple and uncomplicated," I once remembered I painted myself wearing all of the suits in each class. The bolt blue Keeper suit with elbow-length sleeves and hip-length cut, which I used to wear when I was a Keeper 9 years ago. The red-purple gradient Weaver suit with cropped layers, geometric cuts, and patterns made my complexion dark. The Herald's yellow-green long ankle-length fit with random ribbons on its sleeve—which I was accustomed to for the whole nine years—didn't make any impact on me. And wearing black and white leathery, single-sleeved, armor-like suits makes me look young and edgy.

Looking at the ajar door that’s slowly opening, my heart pounded inside my chest, and everything went in a slow motion, especially when I fully saw Deacon’s appearance, making me stand up properly and pray that my jaw hadn’t dropped on the ground. There he was, standing in his majestic appearance. Gone were the warrior outfit and the long beard. He stood with dominance and confidence radiating around him, dressed in a midnight blue three-piece suit. His hair was combed in a neat but messy effect while his jawline was accentuated by the sharp angle of his regal clothing. By the way, his clothing fit him perfectly; it's my best guess that it’s bespoke for him. After feeling a discreet pinch on