Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

“Anyways, hurry up. Finish whatever this is and let's get a move on,” “I'm sorry, let me finish up here and we'll be on our way,” Keagan replied. He combed through the selection of suits, occasionally throwing glances at her from the corner of his eye. There was no hiding, there was something about her that he could not point out that was drawing him towards her, she was fiddling with a display device on her wrist waiting for Keagan to finalize his decision. Among the sea of suits, one particular ensemble caught Keagan's eye. It emanated an aura of sleek sophistication and power, beckoning him closer. The suit stood out from the rest, boasting a vibrant combination of deep crimson and obsidi

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

"And no." King’s brow furrowed at that. "Don’t tease me. I might bite back," he said seriously, his amber eyes burning. Kane was actually glad. Those amber eyes weren’t lifeless anymore. There was a glint in them now, and Kane was enjoying every bit of it. "Then bite," he provoked King. "Tell me," he whispered into King’s ear, making his ears turn beet red. "What are you hiding from me?" He bit King’s ear, and King, on the other hand, tried his best not to falter.

I go into my closet and bring out a box. Matt POV: She brings out a box and places it in front of me. As she bends, her boobs layout on display for me and I clear my throat "Open it " she urges. Looking at the box it says Ermenegildo. I open the box and she's smiling so hard right now. Removing the wrapping paper. I see suit shirts about 4 all in silk. "What's this princess" I raise my eyebrow "Well I couldn't get myself something without getting you anything" she beams

The girls lining up around him couldn't help stealing a couple more glances at the standoffish man. Some of them were discreet with their peeping. Some didn't hide the fact that they were staring. "He's so handsome," someone said. "Why does he look so much like Kieran Kingsley?" It suddenly turned quiet. Everyone's eyes grew wide. At first, they just thought it was odd that someone as handsome as him would be buying a smoothie, in a suit and tie to boot. But after seeing the pictures on their phones, they looked at him differently. They were so stunned that they could not react at all.

And if the queen dies, then the entire game is lost. My legs quivered as I adjusted the knife strapped to my thigh and stood straight up. Rylan was exceptional. Somehow between last night when he saw me sneaking out in my leather suit and this morning, he had provided another suit. It was almost the same. But distinctly different at the same time. Where the other suit had been black like midnight, this suit was a dark scarlet color. It fit me like a glove, clinging to my curves and highlighting every part of my body.

She was an outsider here, and she wore her otherness like a suit of armor. Her gaze was drawn to the main balcony where the King stood, a solitary figure of stark black and silver against the vibrant backdrop of the party. She had watched him for the better part of an hour. He played his part well, the stoic, regal monarch, but Lyra’s hunter’s eyes saw the truth. She saw the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way he held his goblet without drinking, the distant, unfocused look in his grey eyes. He was a man trapped in a cage of his own making, and the key to that cage was a secret that gnawed at him, a pain she could almost feel from across the courtyard.

I have only seen him last night after five years but now, staring at him under the sunlight, I realize what I have missed in a hurry last night. Kade King Majesty is dressed in tailored suit, and a fur jacket that represents the king that he is. Around his neck is a golden necklace, on his earlobes are Golden earrings and on his neck is a tattoo no one had ever possessed. He has full beards. Neatly trimmed and golden eyes that match the fire in his soul, in his heart.

The anxiety and the panic were overwhelming. “Hey now” Alfred gently squeezed my hand and pulled me closer to him “You will do great. Just like you always do” he smiled warmly at me, and I tried to return the gesture. Nothing prepared me for the angelic sight I was going to behold. Standing and looking right at us was the king in a tux. The closer I got, the more I noticed little details. His jet-black hair was perfectly brushed and tied in a low ponytail. His black shirt was perfectly ironed, his suit jacket was perfect too, and there was no trace of creases anywhere else on his clothes.

"If it's not for you, then I don't know what would have happened to me." "It's okay. I'm here now don't worry. But why didn't you say that you lost your job because of them? You should have told me earlier, I would have punished them." Omar said clenching his fist. "I was shocked with all the things that happened so fast. But thank you so much for everything you have done." She said and finally raised her head to face him. Damn it, did I forget to say that he is undeniably handsome? Well, the KINGS have got the looks which no one can deny their hotness. And especially their dark black hair and their unique purple eyes make them look even sexier than they are.