Eggsy Kingsman Suit Novels & Stories

Very Kingsman. I go over to the shelves and run my fingers across the shirts on the hangers. Over half the shirts are white. Some have thin red, blue, or green stripes. Others are pastel colors—light blue, pale pink. On quite a few, the placket and underside of the collar are contrasting colors, clearly a style he favors. Another rack contains more casual dress shirts—mostly dark colors: purple, black, and navy-blue, some of them patterned: paisley, checked, or with flowers.

He nodded his head and I shift back landing softly on the heavy tree trunk “What did you see?” Faran asked. I leaped down and walked towards the rest of the warriors belowground. Will came out of the shadows and followed my Killian. The Seelie king war his gold armor and the dark viridian tunic of his kind. His helmet although ancient had golden wings sticking out of both sides. Killian on the other hand looked relaxed despite his minimalistic clothing choice, “They’ve passed the graveyard,” I say looking at all of them carefully to keep my voice low enough to not arouse suspicion.

The colonies of the Southern Falsies lined up neatly according to their respective types, before them the King of the South and his future queen stood Javanese. Edmund looks handsome in a royal dress which includes a red silk robe, a magnificent crown, and a golden scepter as the mandatory dress of a King. Meanwhile, Miranda — although Lillian was reluctant to admit it — looked very beautiful in a dark red dress without sleeves, and a wide skirt filled with intricate black carvings.

The sight was downright laughable considering she was a solid foot and a half shorter than him. “I need you to transport back to the estate,” Which was just a more modern word for castle, “And grab me that light blue sparkly gown in the back of my closet. The one with the diamonds sewn into the bust.” The look of utter befuddlement on Peter’s face had me fighting back a laugh. “Uh. Yes, Princess.” Evangeline’s eyes flicked over to Caius, who still hadn’t moved from his near catatonic state. “Oh, I also need a suit. A big one. Grab my make-up bag while you’re at it, and a pair of pliers.”

Instead, he turned his attention to mine and mine alone. A deep, wide smile spread over his face when he saw the suit. He touched it gingerly. “It’s divine, Cassandra. You shouldn’t have,” he said. He looked at the label. “It’s a Hot House Flower design?” “An original, yes. I had it specially commissioned by a designer there.” “Let me see,” Ellie said, snatching the pants of the suit. We gawked as she glanced at the label. “Hm,” she said curtly. Then she passed the pants back roughly to Stanley. “She’s lying. This suit is a fake.”

I Own More Suits Than Oxygen" King wore a hoodie for you? Like a normal human being?! That’s it” She throws her hands up. “You’ve officially won. He’s whipped.Jesus, I can't believe that stuck up business man actually wore a normal outfit. I can't decide whether to congratulate you for making him less of a jackass, or just faint from shock.Seriously. What the hell did you do to him?” “Girl,for real,i don’t know.But guess what? He also wore crocs”. “CROCS?!? AND SWEATPANTS??? AIDEN KING WORE THAT?!“

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

She took her seat beside me and peered at the box quizzically. "Only one way to find out," I said and lifted the lid. I blinked twice. Why was a black and purple Mandarin suit inside here? The moon emblem that represented our kingdom was weaved onto the breast region and sleeve. "Why is this here?" I asked as I held up the suit. "I think it's for prince Xavier." She said quietly. It was then I remembered that he had requested for a suit to be made for him too. I would have passed this off as a simple mistake but knowing my mother, this was anything but that. After all, had Juliet and the other of Xavier's siblings not requested new clothes too?

Just thinking about him in a suit made her face grow hot. Kieran came out of the back with a blueish black satin suit on, nearly shining when the light hit it just right. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Emma jean turned to see him in the suit. She squinted her left eye, tilted her head ever so slightly, and scrutinized his attire. After a few minutes she shook her head no, it wasn’t the right one. Kieran headed back to the back to try on a different suit. Emma Jean went back to her mundane musings.