Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

I heard the distinct sound, of a lock turning in its gear and I whirled my head to look behind me, where the Lycan’s hooded gaze was already resting to see that the green-eyed man was standing there, a slack expression on his face. Well, that took a turn. I wrenched myself farther from the King who remained mute, only watching me before I looked away and saw him stretch out of the corner of my eye. The strong V of his abs peeked from under his dress shirt. Dammit, I was still wearing his suit! What kind of desperate whore would I be painted as? Undressing their king and trying to take him into his throne room! The heat of inadequacy stained my face as I gathered the suit about myself, avoidi

Teriel said once the king sat in his rightful position in the courtroom. The king's hair was styled back, not one strand of ginger hair out of place. His midnight blue suit was sharp and tailored exactly to his taste: tight around his arms but just enough to move. On the suit were the usual royal emblem and several gold emblems displaying his prowess in combat and warfare.

Brittany said then they glance at Brittany who is wearing rashguard honestly speaking Brittany, is not a fan of sexy things she's more like a fitted suits but not that daring and She's more comfortable with rashguards than bikini. Most of the Slave wear bikinis except for her but she didn't even care, she's like that she want to suits her taste not to others taste. "Hello..," a very deep baritone voice resounded on there ears, and most of the slave giggle when they hear the voice it's there most favorite person it's King Shun Yu, she's wearing white beach style sleeveless shirt and trunks King Shun Yu defines for a hot bachelor model she's a definition of power and dominant's even in swimwea

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

I smiled against her hair, before kissing her forehead. By that point, everyone else had reacted, and both Amy and Izzie had joined the hug. Someone came up to gather them all shortly after, leaving me and my Kings and I alone in our suite. The four of them looked unbelievable. They were in matching dark blue three-piece suits complete with white shirts and blue ties. I couldn’t see them at the time, but I knew the four of them had cufflinks that had my monogram, and I could just about see the white gold tie clips that had emeralds on the end, matching the crown I’d chosen.

He was attractive in all aspects, if I could start with his face, hairs or body. The king was tall and had a fit and muscular body; he had dark shoulder length raven hairs, the short bangs on the front falling carelessly among his bright green eyes. The smooth clear, tan texture of his skin blended with the contrast of his red silk cape, as it was draped over his white and golden suit, along with sugar-coat which had the emblem of Elixie. He also had on knee length brown boots. All in all, the king was a man who resembled the dream mate of every omega and beta in the world.

He emerged two minutes later and had already changed into a black dark pattern suit, accompanied by a white shirt. He had a pair of long legs and a perfect waistline. The suit fit him as if it were made to grace his frame. The shirt accented his sturdy chest that every contour of it fit him snugly; the suit trousers fit his long legs with no trace of a sag or wrinkle. Kingsley was sitting on the couch opposite Sherman with his legs crossed, exuding elegance. His throat felt raspy, his Adam's apple bobbing from time to time, and he often coughed lightly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

The moment the doors open, Kieran’s breath hitches, his eyes darting for only one face. Sage steps out slowly, dressed in a black suit that’s adorned with chains at the chest and hips, made from luxurious fabric with a slim fit style, and a red cape that adds a touch of elegance. He looks… different and stronger, like he doesn’t belong to Ashbourne anymore; it’s like he never did. “Fuck,” Riven breathes beside him, his mouth parting in awe. “He really did get prettier.” “He’s beautiful,” Cassian agrees with the same awestruck look as Riven as they stare at the omega.

Edmund could not help but chuckle when he heard him complain just after getting what he ‘wanted’, “Come on, you were the one who wished it for.” “Fuck off!” Morgan cursed at him and slammed his room’s door in his face but the moment he entered, he found a royal blue suit on his bed with a note on it [ Brother, I know you both are madly in love with black gray and such dull colors, that is why I personally assisted the designer to make the suit for you; please wear it, love you]