Deku Final Suit Novels & Stories

“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

It looked like it would fit me perfectly. Vera spoke up, "You should get ready and come down in a few minutes. Your father and Your sisters are waiting for you." With a nod, I replied, "Okay, I'll be down soon." Vera shot me a smile and walked out of the room. I quickly changed into the body suit, slipping it on over my head and smoothing out the fabric. I stood in front of the mirror, examining my appearance. The suit fit me perfectly, hugging my curves and emphasizing my slender frame. But as I looked at myself, I couldn't help feeling a bit insecure. Did I really deserve to wear this suit, to represent our clan in the competition? I knew that I hadn't yet fully mastered telekinesis, and c

Then taps his other feet on the ground. “Here it is Sir, a blue suit, perfect for the wedding.” Kenzo turned to Aziel. “Is he stupid?” “He is,” Aziel replied. “What did I say?” “A black suit, but blue is gonna be the best for you. Man, you look..” He shut his lips by himself, with the look he got from both of them. He bow his head in remorse and scurried out of their sight. “I wanted to kill him.” “Same with me Boss.”

II At the Glodeous Palace, Dreckos started his preliminaries with Madelie. “Uhmm, Baby, let us remove your wedding gown; you might feel discomfort still wearing it. And hmm, I need to remove my suit too; I feel so hot with it still clad in my muscled body.” Dreckos murmured as he started unzipping the back of Madelie’s wedding gown.

Finally, we arrived at the guest room, and I hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. As the door swung open, my eyes fell upon Elder Ken, dressed impeccably in his evening suit. The suit was a deep shade of midnight blue, tailored to perfection to accentuate his tall and commanding presence. The fabric glimmered softly in the warm glow of the room, reflecting his status and power. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and the trousers tapered down to meet his polished black shoes.

She and Stacey held hands as they twitched with anticipation together. Riley was on Dylan’s knee on the sofa with Ethan, and Sabastian sat beside them. Kara and Elio were in the corner near the back of the room. Jaden, Caden and Avery were on the other side of Stacey, standing ready to strike. “The suits have been made to measure and after some testing they will hold in place when you shift and shift back so you will be protected in both forms,” Jaden whistled impressively as Gabriel picked up several dark navy suits that reminded me of a wet suit, long sleeves, and to the knee.

"Not now, Kitten. I can't risk pulling you from the reality you're clawing back to. I know why you're panicking, and there is no need to be. Trust me, I've got this. I'll handle everything. Just focus on healing." Dane adjusted a fortress of pillows around me, ensuring I wasn't just lying flat, a prisoner to the ceiling's dull expanse. Deirk entered the room, and I would have gasped if I could. He was dressed to the nines in a dark gray perfectly tailored suit, complemented by a midnight blue tie that almost blended into the fabric of his suit. His hair was slicked back in a way that added an air of sophistication to his already striking appearance. He was the epitome of suave, and for a mom

Ariane - And I will contact decorators to set everything up. Today is my engagement ceremony, everything is ready. I look at myself one last time before turning to my king, who is looking at himself in the other mirror. He is wearing a three-piece suit from Edouardo Secchi, an Italian renowned for dressing only heads of state and aristocrats. It is a black suit made from high-quality materials, featuring beautiful velvet details above the pockets and a strikingly remarkable inner lining.