Deku Final Suit Novels & Stories

I look up and see Dereck, just out of the tent, anger etched on her face. - Do you really think this is the time to be bothering your future queen with your questions? No one dares say a word. Still clinging to my father's arm, I finally move towards my companion. - I hate those vultures, they spoiled your entrance," he sulks. I smile, but I can't say anything, I'm in awe of him. He's dressed in a white three-piece suit with a burgundy tie. His dark skin is sublimated by the white of his outfit, and he's shortened his hair on the sides of his head...

"How about trying the navy blue one? You always wear black suits." Erdem's eyes narrowed as he pondered my suggestion. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, as if my words had sparked a new perspective. With a newfound determination, he swiftly made his way to our shared closet, ready to exchange the black suit for the navy blue one. As he disappeared behind the closet doors, I returned my attention to folding Ezio's clothes, ensuring they were neatly organized for our upcoming trip.

“Alright. I’ll go.” Kade began preparing for the journey as soon as possible. He dusted off his finest tuxedo, the one he saved for only the most special occasions, and got his hair cut—as of late, what with all the traveling to search for Silver One, his dark strands had grown long and unkempt, and his stubble was rapidly turning into a full-blown beard.

I was curled up on the cold floor after my father left. I remained in that position until dawn and the creaking of my door brought me back to full consciousness. I crawled on my stomach to stare fully at it as it cracked open and Derek sauntered in. He was dressed in the ceremony regalia, a navy blue Armani suit, and looking all ready for the handover. I stood up while he stared at me with a mocking gaze, "I see you took my words lightly." He cackled.

I needed today to go perfectly if I was going to be able to help Katrina. I got out of the shower and threw on my most flashy suit. Solid bronze with black accents, but I decided not to wear the jacket. I was going to pull a Raziel, and just wear a long sleeved black button up with my bronze suit vest over the top. I ran my hand through my hair and it fell perfectly on my head, like usual.

I grunted, adjusting my grip on the crutch because my armpits were starting to ache. "I need something perfect, Denver, something that screams 'don't even think about messing with me' because you know exactly how my dad and those board members are going to look at her tomorrow night." "I know," Denver sighed, finally stopping in front of a rack of floor-length gowns and running a hand through his hair. "I get it, you want to buy her armor so she feels untouchable when she walks into the snake pit, but Kade, do you even know what size she wears?"

"You’re my brother, Julian. You’re the reason I survived. Seattle was a sanctuary, but I couldn't keep running forever. Leo deserves to know his worth, and I deserve to have my name back." He nodded, a flash of sadness crossing his face before he masked it with a smile. "Then let's get you some armor." He pulled out a dress from the back of the rack. It was black. Not just black, but a deep, void-like silk that seemed to absorb the light. It was sharp. Architectural. The neckline was high, the back was low, and the silhouette was a straight line of pure power. No lace. No sparkles. No "nerdy girl" vibes.

This Duke Mikan seemed to love his wife very much because he roughly pushed away servant and ran upstairs in speed only to be again push down by someone. “AAAHHHhhhhhh……………………………………..” Duke Mikan screamed as he lost his balance came trembling down several steps of stirs before he was helped by servants who were following him in middle before he could end up on floor. A tall man of around 7 feet height came into view, he looked very strong and muscular which was equivalent to his height, he was dressed in pure black colored robe dress with a iron armor on his body and sword hanging on his side of his waist, he eyes looked cold like winter around his tanned face, his face looked murderous beca

Speaking of slay… I once again look grossly understated compared to the men flanking me. Derrick has gone for high fashion, as usual, wearing a haute couture men’s all-white suit, with white leather Saint Laurent ankle boots with a Cuban heel. What makes it high fashion is the suit jacket. It is a sleek jacket with an exaggerated tailcoat, more like an elaborate cape, with pleated layers and ruffles that cascade behind him like a white river. His hair is slicked back with a silver, metallic hair gel and his makeup consists of a dramatic silver glitter undereye to appear as though he’s crying glitter. He looks like he should be on a runway at Fashion Week or walking the steps of the Met Gala.