Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

she gasp. "How cute are they?" I ask unborthered. "Freaking cute!" She scream through the telecom. "You've gotta peek them kara,it's worth peeking" she persuades. "Whatever. What's their attire?"I peek through the window. "Black and ash coloured suits" she describe. "Oh no!" I hide. "What's wrong?. Cuter than lover boy Damien?" She chuckles. "Alex you dumb ass,that's Damien"my voice cracks. "He's the black suited guy!" I groan.

Cara’s POV Eamon had such kind words for me and my dress, but he himself is also stunning in his white fitted suit with golden trim along the collar and cuffs. He wore a red vest under his white jacket, with a golden crest of the BloodyMoon pack emblazoned upon it. The gold in the white gives him a sort of regal air. He looks every bit the king that he is. “...That’s a handsome suit,” I tell him during our walk to the ballroom. “A suit fit for a king. And you're the best king, my brother.”

I glanced behind me with a smile at Chris. "Hi," I said completely on a high. Wow, Bella you fall too fast. Shh, I'm not falling. I'm just tripping. "You look beautiful," he said, he looked dashing. His tux hugged his body, not in a suffocating way but a comfortable, Kingsman way. Yep, there's not a movie that I haven't watched or maybe there is but I haven't discovered it yet. Coincidentally, he was wearing red and black as well.

So he's not going to be a gentleman tonight because he didn't ask me on the date huh? Hailey rolled her eyes and got into the car. She took in Kol's dressing, he looked exquisite and yummy. She had never seen him in a suit before but she must say, he looked hot in suits. Contrary to her all black dressing, Kol was wearing a dark royal blue suit from house of Bajan, royal blue Italian leather shoes, a black Rolex wristwatch and an earring. Who wore earrings to conferences? Well that was his problem, Hailey had more things to worry about than Kol's dressing.

" Lady Alice was behaving like a mad woman , She was holding a dagger in her hand , The maids were running helter scatter , The guards was trying to hold her down but they couldn't . " I want to see the king now are else I will kill everyone in this castle now " Edward and I got to the last floor , That was when I noticed the he was half naked he only had his trouser on ,I got a clear view of his back he had a large tattoo of two wings on his back ,I quickly averted my eyes from his back because I was already having stupid thoughts,I look at his hand he was holding his sword tightly ready to strike " What going on here"

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

"Please, if a kissing scene with my mate makes you hot, then imagine how I feel every time at your house when you and the prince are going at it like rabbits." I scoffed, "That is our bedroom, and you are supposed to tune it out, not listen." "I do not listen; I tune it out. Besides, tune this one out too." Reagan and his brother were laughing now. Kingsley looked a lot like Reagan; they were almost the same height, handsome, and had black hair. The only difference between them was their eyes. Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other.

for the battle that night. Kieran was in a perfectly tailored and form-fitting black pantsuit. It accentuated her tall, powerful figure, making her look even more formidable. Underneath the suit jacket was a white shirt with the collar unbuttoned, revealing her graceful neck and strong chest. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a simple but sharp high ponytail. Her grey eyes were cold and emotionless, like a cold-blooded assassin.

The aroma filled the room as I sighed, smiling at the perfection. The sudden voice made me jump. “Do you think this suit fits me perfectly?” I froze. My eyes traced him from head to toe. Jamal. Handsome. Deadly. Perfect. The black tailored suit hugged every line of his body. His shoulders broad, stance commanding yet elegant, eyes gleaming with mischief… “Princesssa?” he asked softly. I blinked. “This… this is perfect.” He stepped closer. “You know what else is perfect?” I bent my head, shy. “Tell me.”

"You have no idea." I said. His smile never fell. I looked up at him. It pissed me off that his was actually attractive. His dark chestnut hair fell in an elegant way, yet it seemed no different from its usual. His hazel eyes sparkled underneath the lighting of the room. He wore a black suede suit. The jacket was all suede, except for the silk lapel. His shirt was a silk, deep burgundy color. His tie was black with a silver clip. He wore a silver watch that went well with his whole outfit. He looked suave, confident, and he wore it like a shield. He looked at me like a man used to getting what he wanted. I smiled happily, knowing my ass would be a defining moment in his life, where shit woul