Kanye Vest Novels & Stories

I should have written it years ago. "And if you die trying?" "Then Javier will finish it." Suddenly he grabbed a vest and tossed it to me. "Put this on." The vest weighed heavily, the Kevlar so stiff and uncomfortable. Kade assisted me with the straps, methodical and impersonal in his touch. "It'll stop most bullets. But not all." He met my eyes. “Stay back behind something when the shit happens. Don't try to be a hero."

He was resting under the supervision of our private medical detail in the adjacent nursery, his vitals perfectly aligned with the optimal parameters of his lineage. My fingers moved with rhythmic, clinical speed across the glass surface of the master terminal, locking down the final escrow accounts of the defunct Vance infrastructure division. The heavy mahogany double doors glided open with a soft, expensive pneumatic hiss, and the atmosphere in the suite instantly became dense and heavy as Knox stepped into my space. He had discarded his formal corporate vest, wearing a crisp charcoal-gray silk dress shirt with the top buttons undone, the fabric straining against the massive, broad-shoulde

The stylist brought over seven or eight hangers and began to match Lucas' clothes, but Jenn was still not satisfied. The stylist urgently borrowed ten hangers of clothes, but Jenn was still not satisfied. Everyone was exhausted by now, and Jenn suddenly brightened and pulled out a vintage cross-back vest from the pile of clothes. Although the colour of this vest was nostalgic, the design was unique, halfway covering and fully embodying the charm of a man's body. This vintage product from FENDU from several years ago couldn't even sell for a high price at a second-hand "seafood market," but it was exactly what Jenn wanted!

Kane was still on the phone with a frown plastered all over his face. He's already in a bad mood first thing in the morning. He was okay this early morning when he knocked on my door and gave me a paper bag with clothes inside. He dragged me last night, and the only thing I grabbed out of my unit was my handbag. I love the clothes. I always wore loose polo shirts and denim pants or trousers. But Mr. Kane gave me black cashmere knits alongside an asymmetric shirt, linen suit, and smart denim pants. It's too overwhelming.

**Found him! He watched Kyle make his way up to them and he found his eyes drool over how good he looked. He was dressed in a cinnamon brown V-neck knitted vest that brought out his eyes, over a white T-shirt with loose arms and near elbow length. Tucked neatly into the darker brown pair of loose pants that matched his hair. His silver chain shimmering with ever step he took. "You know, I've always thought this, but dude's got style." Kira nodded in acknowledgment.

I sit on my bed in nothing but my shorts and an oversized shirt, staring at the small black colored device in my hands for much longer than necessary when I hear a tap on the wooden frame of my door and I look up, only for my eyes to be graced with the presence of my relaxed looking best friend. His hair is gelled back perfectly but there seems to be a few strands that refuse to obey the command of the artificial substance he'd used as they fall forward. He has on a complete suit with a blue vest inside of it which he's matched perfectly with a shiny pair of white sneakers. The light yet bright violet color of the fabric he has on is the highlight of everything and has my brows shooting up.

remarks Ves from behind me. I step away from the car so she has space to get out. She hops out and doesn't land on any of the cups. Grabbing our gifts and closing the door, we make our way to the house. Reaching it, Pike knocks on the door. His huge frame is clothed in a white button-up shirt and black pants. Jack has a similar attire. Ves is wearing a dark blue one-piece dress that has some sparkles on the hem. I guess we all didn't really know what to wear.

Opening the door, there stood Kenny, looking sharp in a sleek black suit, his hair perfectly combed, seemingly a different man from the one with the casual golden locks. "You..." Ashton eyed him with mixed emotions, "you didn't come here worried I'd get cold feet and bolt, did you?" "Thinking of bolting?" Kenny's eyebrows arched slightly. "Not really," Ashton mumbled. "This is for you." Kenny handed over a bag adorned with a shiny gold logo. Ashton took it, "What's this?" "Matching outfits," Kenny said, his voice laced with a pride Ashton couldn't quite grasp. Why be proud of matching outfits?

“Not intimidated.” Vivian nodded. “That’s very you considering you’re marrying a wealthy and powerful Alpha.” As the consultant brought over accessories, Vivian suddenly laughed. “Oh! Uno.” I smiled instantly. “What about him?” “What’s he wearing?” she asked. “If he’s not the cutest thing there, I will riot.” “He’s wearing something comfortable,” I said. “but not stiff suits. He hates them.” “Mini vest,” she insisted. “It should have soft fabric and of course tiny shoes.”

"You're looking quite dapper tonight. I think you should wear red more often." "Noted. And tonight, I look like a tycoon, all thanks to you." He grins while attempting a pose that makes my heart thump even faster than it normally does. I helped him look for an outfit that was unique, one that made him look even hotter. Scott is a fine gentleman with quite amazing features, especially his arms, so I chose a black Phantom of the Opera Venetian half mask which goes with black dress pants and, a black button down shirt and on top of it, a red and black aristocrat vest. Roxy is the odd one out, since the rest of us have outfits with matching colors. If only Kye was here.