Kanye Vest Novels & Stories

The harsh, fluorescent lights of the corridor outside were buzzing faintly, but Kyle’s private office was still bathed in the soft, warm glow of the desk lamp. The heavy door clicked open, and Kyle quietly entered the room. He was still wearing his dark navy station trousers, but he had swapped his uniform t-shirt for a fitted grey vest that clung perfectly to the broad, chiselled lines of his chest. In his hands, he carried two steaming ceramic coffee cups. "Morning, sleepyhead," he smiled, his jade-green eyes softening the second they landed on me. He walked over, set the cups down on the mahogany desk, and stepped behind the futon. "Let me get that for you."

This is a version of me I buried on purpose. Next is the shirt. White. Crisp. No softness to it. I button it up one button at a time, my fingers steady. I leave the top two open, just enough to breathe, just enough to remind anyone looking that I don’t hide behind comfort anymore. I grab the vest next. Black, fitted perfectly, hugging my torso like it was made for me alone. I slip my arms through and adjust it, smoothing the front, fastening it carefully. Then comes the jacket.

"It says 'I am mourning my father but I will also execute your entire board of directors.'" Victoria groaned, tossing the heavy fabric onto a nearby velvet armchair. "Kany, it weighs more than a tactical vest. It's fine. Any dress is enough. Just pick a black one from the rack and let's go. I have a headache." "Oh, absolutely not," Kany scoffed, disappearing behind a row of silk hangers and emerging a second later with a blinding neon-pink asymmetrical piece. "How about this? It says 'I'm a billionaire but I also love EDM festivals.'"

He no longer needed to rush; his food would be available to him whenever he wanted it. "They have extremely nice vests that would look nice with a jacket and some slacks." Luke explained as he ate his sandwich. After that, they ate with occasional chatter before they left and made their way into the vest store Luke had spoken of. Ethan stared around in surprise, admiring all the different vests around him. There were a variety in different colors, sizes, and materials. "I am thinking we should do one of the corset vest. It would look perfect on him and I think Jayden would appreciate it." Lily hummed as she made her way to a specific section of the shop.

Tracy walked with Jennifer outside and they found Jerald and his father waiting. Navy really looked perfect on Jerald. He's wearing a smooth shirt. On top of the shirt he's wearing a trendy vest with 3 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up.

Generous breasts and a round ass, she was made for a man's hands. She sauntered toward him, her hair curling down over the tops of her breasts. "You're over-dressed," she said. The hell he was. He reached down and yanked his polo over his head. Yvonne tipped her head to the side and stared at his Kevlar vest. "That's new." "Not really." He yanked the straps securing it into place then slid out of it and placed the vest on the foot of the bed. "Do these work?" She placed her fingertips on the vest.

And Kellan— Fuck. He was everything. Standing near the stage where a live band was starting up, laughing at something Nora whispered in his ear, Kellan looked like royalty carved from ice and fire. That suit didn’t just fit, it worshipped him. Deep teal with silvery florals blooming across one side like frostbitten lace. His shoulders framed by that structured jacket, the matching vest beneath pulling in his waist before the line of his slacks cut down into tailored perfection. He looked expensive. Untouchable. Dangerous.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.

He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, black tie, and a black and gold vest with black slacks. “Well,” I said, throwing my tie behind me, “I’m not trying to impress your girlfriend.” “No, just my sister,” Kam smirked. I flipped him off, then rearranged my shirt in the mirror. I had on a black button down and black slacks. Kimi told me her dress was black and red, so I wanted to match. I’d bought a red tie, and a red vest. However, the vest looked stupid without the tie. Damnit. Kam grabbed my tie, tied it around his neck, then took it off and tossed it to me. “Next time, get a zip tie or a clip on, idiot.”

He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Justin. He is wearing a plain shirt with the logo of a Darth Vader, denim shorts, and sneakers. He got his hair placed neatly just like Marian's. Justin thought that they will be going to some sort of a luxurious birthday party because of how expensive their tiny shirts and dresses looked. He crouched down and asked what is his name.