Deku Final Suit Novels & Stories

Duke parked the car, opened the car door, and got out. He wore an all-black suit, and the hems of his sleeves were embroidered with dark gold thread. They shimmered with each movement, giving off a feeling of elegance and luxury. He pulled open the passenger side door like a gentleman. “Adee, hop in.” Adeena did not turn him down. She leaned down and got into the passenger seat. As she was about to put on the seatbelt, the man suddenly leaned in close and helped her buckle in.

Duke takes the mostly empty plate from Cori’s good hand and nods at the food. “I don’t need your help,” she whisper shouts. Dressed in a pale green, flowery dress that accents her long legs and gorgeous skin, biker dude is no match for her. Duke’s jeans, black T-shirt, large hunting knife on his left hip, and the gun on his right only add to the dangerous vibes he gives off. They don’t affect Cori in the slightest. She prefers the sophisticated type and her nose turns up at his choice of attire. Duke would probably clean up nicely in a suit. It would need to be custom-made because no suit off the rack would fit him. However, I don’t see him putting one on, and even dressed to the nines, I do

Once the tub was filled, Daegal took off his cloak, his shirt, and breeches along with the rings on his fingers and the thin, gold chain around his neck which one of the female servants picked up and put away. He dipped himself into the warm water, sighing deeply as his tense muscles relaxed. The female servants began to wash him and pour the warm milk over his body. After his bath, he got dressed in fine ash breeches, a dark blue shirt made of the finest Nebulosi silk, a long, embroidered coat with fur trims, and steel-toed boots. Then, he placed new gold and silver rings onto his fingers and after looking himself over in the round mirror atop his dresser, he marched out of his chambers, le

He pulled out a garment bag and draped it over the bed. "No more hoodies, Cali. Today, you wear the armor." Cali unzipped the bag. Inside was a suit, not a dress. It was a sharp, midnight-black power suit with a silk lapel and trousers that looked like they were cut from shadows. It was aggressive. It was mean. It was exactly what a woman with no soul would wear to a funeral. "I like it," Cali muttered, her grumpy mask softening into a lethal smirk. "I knew you would," Devi murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his jealousy of the clothes touching her skin already visible in his tight jaw.

Freshly cleaned and in tight-fitting black kinetic suits of the Old World dressed – which we had found in the lockers of the station – we returned to the great Command Center back. The suit spanned over Kaels's massive muscles and made him look more than ever like a war god. The wild, black hair fell it now clean and slightly wavy in the neck. He approached the big holographic table. His hands suffered instinctively over the glass consoles, as if its muscles remember handles that are

VEX POV The mirror’s too clean. Too bright. Too honest. I straighten my tie for the third time and still can’t make it sit right. The fabric’s slick against my fingers, the kind of expensive that feels wrong on me. I’ve worn suits before — darker ones, meant for blood and business — but this isn’t that. This one’s for show. Kade stands by the window, jacket half on, glass in hand. He’s watching the courtyard below where the council’s cars are starting to line up like a threat disguised in luxury.

"But don't let them go either. I want them held until the gala is over. And I want them to watch the live feed. I want them to see exactly what happens to the people who chose the wrong side." "Understood, Mr. Reed. We’ll keep them comfortable… and very well-informed." As the morning progressed, the bungalow became a hive of activity. The Townsville allies—Derek, Charles, Madam Louise, and Mrs. Theresa—were all in position, their Phoenix Suits being finalized by Ivy May. The suits were sleek, black masterpieces of technology, their surfaces shimmering with a faint, iridescent glow. "These suits are incredible, Ivy," Mrs. Theresa said, her hand tracing the smooth lines of her armor. "I never

Not just for the cash. “You need to rent out a nice suit. I might be wearing something violet at the wedding. Their motif is green. I want to make sure I will stand out.” He laughed. “Alright. I’ll be your knight in shining Armani.” “Plus, you need a good cover. Tell them you graduated with honors from an Ivy League school. Doesn’t matter where exactly. Just make something up. You invest money here and there. You have a six digit monthly income.” “You really are going to murder your ex, aren’t you?”

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She tilts her head back and lets out a content sigh. Susan finishes washing up and wraps herself up in a towel. She walks to the huge closet she shares with Kadeem. Susan selects a tight pair leather miniskirt and a red halter top. Susan knows that when she bends over in her skirt, her thong is revealed. Kadeem can never help himself and always pulls down her de. After getting ready, Susan goes downstairs. She pours two glasses of Kadeem’s favorite wine and leaves them on the marble kitchen counter.