Eggsy Kingsman Suit Novels & Stories

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

He emerged two minutes later and had already changed into a black dark pattern suit, accompanied by a white shirt. He had a pair of long legs and a perfect waistline. The suit fit him as if it were made to grace his frame. The shirt accented his sturdy chest that every contour of it fit him snugly; the suit trousers fit his long legs with no trace of a sag or wrinkle. Kingsley was sitting on the couch opposite Sherman with his legs crossed, exuding elegance. His throat felt raspy, his Adam's apple bobbing from time to time, and he often coughed lightly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

he shook his head. Jimmy widened his eyes as he was surprised to know that his hair was that powerful. "Is it bad that my hair could so such a thing?" he asked. Taegen chuckled. "Your hair just saved your life. How could you ask that?" Jimmy blushed and kept staring at the king's uniform. He was wearing a black velvet vest and a long brocade cape covered with solver embroideries, which gave him a classic and dramatic look, along with black trousers and long leather boots reaching his knees. Without forgetting the golden crown on his head, to make him look more powerful and charismatic.

First of all, there was no throne room. Emma had eventually chosen her favorite Donna Karan navy blue skirt suit with a yellow satin blouse. It was a couple of years old now, but to her it was new. She’d picked it up in a consignment store for a bargain price and she always felt confident when she wore it. Jake’s suit was navy blue too and then she’d panicked that they were too matchy-matchy but he hadn’t let her change, assuring her no one would even notice. She didn’t know about that, women noticed fashion and she had no doubt the queen would know that her suit was several years out of date and that the blue of her suit was almost the exact same blue as Jake’s.

She briefly drooled at his appearance, seeing him in a dazzling black suit, before regaining composure. She took a deep breath and prepared for what was about to come. While everything was going on, King got into the car, hoping to see Ivy wearing the lovely outfit he had purchased for her or carrying the earrings and purse. But she wore something that surprised him in place of those things. He began to snarl a minute later as enraged veins protruded from his forehead. “What's the meaning of this?” She was donning black clothing and footwear. There wasn't a single piece of jewellery on her. Her hair was in a tight bun, giving the impression that she was a widow grieving the loss of her recen

“Ready the prince. Have him wear the best suit.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Everyone went back to their respective jobs. In a room, where one of the servants puts the suit on him, prepared for him by Mr. Osiris. I just sat on the side while he was deep in thought, not caring what the others were doing. Afterward, the king asks the prince to go downstairs, where there’s a caddie cart waiting for him. He hops into the cart without turning around. Maybe he doesn’t want me to go with him.

“I apologise.” “Take Maya upstairs. Make sure as many people as possible see her. Tell them our version of events.” I don’t like the king’s suggestion one bit, though I also understand that people need to see me upset if we’re gonna pull it off, but there’s one thing they’re both overlooking. “One of you need to tear my dress and scratch me up a bit…or no one will believe us." “You’re right.” King Cameron says, and before Edric can say or do anything, the king’s claws pop out and he rips the front of my dress open, tearing my chest apart at the same part.

Cammy Dressed to kill in a black pantsuit and mile-high heels, I am ready to conquer. It’s my first day at Somersett Inc as Elijah’s so-called wife, and when I walk into the building, everyone greets me with respect. Were they informed of the agreement between Elijah and me? No, it can’t be since the actual deal would only be known between the two of us. Elijah must have informed them I would arrive; this is the only thing that makes sense.

Ella POV The fudge did he say? Did I hear him right? This is his fudging House? "Your House?" Gideon nodded. "This is a castle Gideon! This is not a house!" I exclaimed. He just chuckled and proceeded to guide me inside the house. A middle age man wearing you guessed it a suit again! Is there any type of uniform available in this household? Almost all Gideon's staff is wearing a Gajam suit. This man is waiting beside the front door.

***** As Kie informs Raven that his father's private jet has landed, her nerves begin to flutter like a caged bird's wings. After a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a King. Her closet seems to mock her, offering nothing but dull options. She couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, she ventures into her closet, and her eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate her curves. Next, she tackles her hair, waving her hand in a flurry of spells, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled-back look that fra