Novel & Cerita Kanye Vest

"Get out, Sterling. I’m not in the mood." Footsteps moved across the plush Persian rug, slow and deliberate. "I'm not here to find trouble, Vance. I promise." I finally looked up, my jaw tight. Kael stood a few feet away, and the sight of him threw me completely off balance. There was no leather jacket, no perfectly styled hair, no arrogant armor. He was wearing loose grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a plain, slightly wrinkled black t-shirt. His dark hair was sleep-mussed, falling haphazardly over his piercing eyes.

Cassandra was clad in a dark purple dress which gave a cold winter villainess vibe to the world. Zayn and Louis were dressed in a white shirt and a fitting tuxedo, a bow tie that were like flowy ribbons by the sides of their collars. Nick was in a plain three-piece suit and a rich Rolex watch on his wrist. Nick always prioritized the beauty of being simple and easy on the eyes. As for Alex and Dan, they were in only a tucked in shirt and a dress trouser. Their hairstyles enhanced their looks. Alex wears yellow tinted shades as he beats everyone in the cadre of looks and style.

"Look forward to tasting what you have to offer me?" Ruby muttered, biting back a grin and halfway hoping there was a double meaning to that comment. A surprise for me? Excitement welled up within her as she made her way over to the large walk-in closet. Pulling open the double doors she gasped, her eyes immediately focusing on the black, strapless floor length gown, hooked on a steel rack in the center of the closet, along with a matching satin wrap. "You have got to be shitting me," she muttered as she walked into closet and tentatively touched the soft fabric. The tag inside was marked Versace.

"It's boring to be alone in the car." He gave a nod and continued checking out the coat. I looked around as I was standing beside Tyler. How did Ivan's guys come here? Did Ivan send them here or was it a coincidence? I tapped on Tyler's shoulder and said, "Make it fast." He gave me a nod with surprised eyes with a little smile and continued trying out his coat. "What do you think about this?" When I looked at him, he was wearing a three piece vest which went well with his physique. But the tie looked off. I removed the tie and said, "It's fine now."

No need to change the pants she was wearing, it wasn't that dirty and it was not like she had another one to wear if she pulled it off her body. She walked back outside wearing the shirt and smiled at Kavinsky, he smiled back at her and complimented her. "It looks good on you", he said with a wider smile He wasn't lying though. Kaylee buttoned up the shirt to the first button at the top, she left no one open. the shirt fitted perfectly on her body, not too tight and not too large, it looked exactly her size. Looking at her from head to toe, the red and black striped shirt complimented her black pants together with her white and black sneakers.

Moments and black limousines arrived at the facility, and many men in Black suits exited the vehicles. A somewhat aged man stepped out with a beautiful woman beside him. Susan Writtle, dressed in an African kente with different patterns in yellows, purples, and browns, had arrived with Bayo Abdu, an African male wearing an all-white traditional Kanzu. His aura was that of a nobleman, and had white hair along the edges of the black. From another vehicle, another individual African male stepped out as well, wearing a black top hat, a black suit, and white strips of paint going down his face. He held onto a cane with a rather large Diamond Crystal on top of it using it for support in his walkin

Kane and Bryson were standing next to it, their backs to us. A weird sort of spirit overcame our bodies and we sort-of walked like runway models towards them. They heard our heels click on the concrete floor and both turned around. As soon as they spotted us, I remembered Hannah’s words from a minute ago because they looked like they were literally going to drool. But I should say, they looked handsome themselves. Bryson had on a black blazer lined with sequins on the arms, a navy blue t-shirt underneath, and dark jeans. His hair was styled neatly too. Kane too was wearing a black blazer but his' sequined work was on the collar. He paired it with a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Both boy

Oh good, mine and Carmen’s training stuck with them. “You could break his nose too,” JT grumbles under his breath. I wink at him and blow him an air kiss. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Capone.” All I get is a grunt in return. JT’s nose is taped up and molten, which doesn’t diminish how gorgeous he is in the slightest. His blonde hair is gelled back again, and he is wearing a black silk button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons are undone. A charcoal pinstriped vest is over his shirt to match his slacks. He has a gold Rolex on one wrist and a black leather vambrace on the other. He looks like a tan, golden god.

I opened the door to see Nate looking at himself in the full-length mirror. He was wearing a white long-sleeve button up, with a double-breasted vest. It was grey tweed, and he twisted around a few times. Leaning against the doorway, I crossed my arms over my chest. A smirk crept onto my face. He was trying to suck in the baby bump, but it was to no avail. He sighed a few times and tugged down on the vest.