Kemeja Jeans Hitam Pria Novels & Stories

Alpha Lev yells. “Come in.” I say calmly as Kemira walks in with Chelsea next to her. She is regal and stunning. Wearing black pants and a black jacket with a black shirt under it. All black from head to toe covered in a pair of black knee boots. The sounds of gasps fill the room as everyone goes quiet. She walks in with her head held high. She stands there looking from each face to the next. Then I stand and await her focus to return to me. I can feel her starting to waiver as she looks to Gemma smirk at her. I clear my throat as she looks back at me. I hold out my hand.

Kita left the room to wash up, feeling emotionally and physically refreshed. She changed into a soft, snug-fitting, crush-velvel material one-piece spandex jumper. The left side was gold, and the right was black drawstring string at the waist. Kita brushed her hair, wrapped a gold and black headband band around it, and kept it off her face. The jumper was so cute, and Kita liked how it showed off her shapely body so perfectly.

No. I’m wearing a Long-Sleeve Dolman Top in color Olive from Forever 21 and a Signature Jeans from Versace. The color of the jeans is bluish and has patches as design. I tack in my top so I will look perfect when I put on the coat later. I will wear the coat that I have bought from H&M and thankfully, it matches me. I look like I'm going to Korea.

Hae Mina gave him a nod then unzipped the jacket and let it relax around her torso. "Looks good," Rhee Min-Jun complimented. Hae Mina hid her blush. It was odd to be complemented and even odder to be complemented by someone who had no idea she was a girl. The others agreed, but Hae Mina was too busy examining them to notice their comments. Rhee Min-Jun was in his usual style, but the cloth was all black. Hae Mina had never seen him in such clothes. Jeremy wore a black jean jacket and black jeans. Cass wore a style much like Rhee Min-Jun's, only he had a red tie. Yang Dae-Su wore black jeans and a black jean open jacket. Underneath he wore a tight black muscle shirt. All wore the finger-less

Dressing in a long sleeve black shirt with a pair of ripped white skinny jeans and red and black stripped fuzzy socks; surprisingly the clothing fits perfectly. Exiting the bathroom heading toward the living room where I can hear several voices talking quietly; stopping just inside the living room silently taking everyone in; there are five men plus Black Jack with three women; everyone is wearing black leather vests with patches and a huge three colored patch on the back and everyone has t-shirts under their vests; with either black jeans or black leather pants. "Hey kid you look much better," Black Jack greets me with a comforting smile as he walks over to me; wrapping an arm around my sho

He’s not big on freebies that come with legislations. He opens a drawer and holds up a bra with a light chuckle. Mel’s. Clearly, she’s moved in. Her stuff took over half the space already. He plucks out the first dark charcoal hoodie, soft cotton with faint embroidery at the cuff, a black shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. Not the most expensive, but good quality. Functional. Comfy. Blood will wash out. “You sure you want to wear CKs?” I tease, eyebrows raised. “I thought you were more of a murder-in-the-woods brand loyalist.”

I hated that, it always meant I needed to go easy and not show my full power. When I got out, I dressed in black skinny jeans and a light grey open-neck sweater that hung just above my hips and a little off the shoulders with a pair of black knee-high boots. Kira had insisted I buy the outfit. She said I was too hot to wear baggy jeans and tee’s all the time. And I have to say, I loved the outfit, perfect for fall, my favorite season.