Eggsy Kingsman Suit Novels & Stories

Eamonn said. Still no response from Van. I'm still trying to process the fact that both rival kings are present in the room. According to how they'd come, the first king's purpose was to ask Manny about the illegal use of her own property—as he had stated—which also points back to me being the reason for his visit. And the second king comes barging in to seek my whereabouts. Of course I knew if this news of my death got to him, he would be the only one in great doubt. The reason is because I had presented a part of myself that even my mate never got the chance to see.

He was attractive in all aspects, if I could start with his face, hairs or body. The king was tall and had a fit and muscular body; he had dark shoulder length raven hairs, the short bangs on the front falling carelessly among his bright green eyes. The smooth clear, tan texture of his skin blended with the contrast of his red silk cape, as it was draped over his white and golden suit, along with sugar-coat which had the emblem of Elixie. He also had on knee length brown boots. All in all, the king was a man who resembled the dream mate of every omega and beta in the world.

After looking around, Sophie Kenwick was drawn to the luxurious environment. The moment Xyla Quest walked in, an employee dressed in a suit approached her. “Ms. Quest, are you here to see King?” “Yes,” Xyla replied. “Do you have an appointment? Ouch!” Before the employee could finish speaking, somebody dressed in a similar suit knocked his head violently with a makeup brush. That person was King, the young and successful celebrity stylist. Although they were both wearing similar suits, King wore an elegant, custom-made suit that made him seem more exclusive.

The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous. "So, do you have any plans?" he asks, stepping closer to me. "House chores, mopping, sweeping, laundry and the like," I chuckle nervously, hoping that will drive him away. "Oh, great, well let's get started," he says excitedly, he takes off his watch and royal ring and places it on the kitchen counter; he is in sweatpants, sneakers, and a Nirvana t-shirt. I walk into the kitchen, open the pantry, and get the cleaning supplies out, I turn around and bump into his hard-muscular chest, I look up and he is already smirking at me.

" Really sister so tell me what's your dreams " " I want to become the queen of Atlantis girl, The queen but that witch just wouldn't let me be " " It's okay so tell me what can I help you with " " Oh don't worry the king's fiancee asked for a fresh baked cake so that's what am doing right now " " So can I help you with that " " Yes you can " We started talking about order things while mixing the cake , Just then two maids worked into the kitchen . " Oh my God I can't believe what happened today at the court room the king ordered the execution of sir Eliot Ah poor man , May his soul rest in peace "

The sheer sleeves sparkle subtly beneath the light, and the cascading layers at my hip add movement to the design. It's beautiful. Yet… I don't feel like it’s enhancing my features or looks stunning. Something about it feels empty. My fingers brush against the sleeve. The material is thinner than I expected. A knock sounds at the door. Daisy smiles. "The King is waiting." I grab my clutch and head out. The moment I step into the hallway, I spot Rowan standing near the staircase. My breath catches. His black suit fits him perfectly, embroidered with intricate gold patterns that curl across the fabric like royal vines. The dark colors make his pale skin stand out, while his brown hair is swep

Samael's role as both king, alpha of all alphas and the one to crown Allistair only heightened the tension. His gaze lingered on Allistair, making it clear that this day held significance for more than just the coronation. Allistair's attire was a bold reflection of his lineage and the weight of the mantle he was about to take on. He wore a double-breasted rose gold suit, the fabric shimmering subtly under the golden light of the grand hall. The intricate rose design embroidered into the lapels symbolized the legacy of the Rosewood Pack, each petal catching the light as if to bloom under the heavy gaze of the onlookers. The suit's elegant cut enhanced his tall, lithe frame, and the rich hue

Grayson replied conspiratorially. A portly man wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a formal, colored sash—obviously the colors of Estrea—walked into the doorway and placed his hands on his hips, reminding Ari of a modern King Henry VIII. His commanding demeanor, and family resemblance to Grayson and Xavier, made it obvious that he was the King. He looked between his sons. "So, which of you is responsible for this?" "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Ari interjected in an effort to save them both, knowing it could work… or backfire completely. She hoped it was the first.

Sebastian asks icily. As I take a moment to truly take in the King and Queen, I realise their attire – much like Eisa’s – matches their sirna tails, which I saw at the funeral. The Queen looks regal and statuesque in a floor-length white satin gown with caped sleeves that skin the floor. The shoulders are embellished with beading and crystal work that look like feathers adorning her shoulders meeting at the centre of her V-neckline. Her golden hair with a hint of dark roots is up in an elegant curled updo with small diamond-encrusted pearl drop earrings dangling from her ears. She looks every bit the Queen she is, only thing she’s missing is her crown. The King, like the Queen, matches his s

Every king that had been crowned in their monarchy had worn it all the way back to the first family. The robe was a royal blue color with white fur lining the outer trim. It had a large golden crown embroidered in the center along with the royal crest. Celus groaned as he took the suit into his arms and moved to the connected bathroom to change out of his shorts and long sleeve shirt. The suit was black with silver cufflings that had the golden crest engraved into them. It was paired with a plain white button-up shirt and matching black tie. Celus checked himself over once he was fully dressed. Landrews insisted he slicked his wild hair back, but Celus liked it better with movement. Instead,