Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

They helped themselves to the refreshments and chatted together renewing friendships their voices getting louder as they imbibed the copious amounts of free alcohol on offer. In the Pack House Katya and Lucas were getting ready, well Lucas, was dressed in his immaculate black Armani suit with a crisp white shirt that was straining across his muscular chest. He completed the outfit with a silver tie and handkerchief the same colour as Katya’s dress. He looked every inch the King he was about to become. Katya was having a panic attack, she was running around in her underwear searching for shoes and earrings and a dozen or so other essential ‘missing’ items, ‘I can’t do this Lucas. I’m not a Qu

I was genuinely excited about the prospect of showing Alexander even a small token of gratitude for everything he’d done for me. The arrangement between us was supposed to be equal, yet it felt like he was always coming to my rescue. This was my chance to start evening the scales. “Well, with that settled, may I ask you something?” Mr. Kingsman’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of concern appearing. “Of course,” I replied. “Do you know if Alexander is getting his wedding suit made elsewhere?” he asked, his brows knitting together. “Your wedding isn’t far off—at least, according to the news—and he hasn’t come in to speak with me about his suit.”

The man asked with a brittle tone. “Nice to meet you sir. My name is Aspen, the King ordered me to come here and fit a suit for my wedding tomorrow.” I said shaking the old man’s hand. “Nice to meet you too son. So, what were you looking for? Some blue, black, or even green?” He asked, slowly making his way towards the suits that were hanging. “Just a simple back suit with a white shirt would be perfect.” Saying this I started to walk around, staring at all the materials that were in the room.

“You! Why are you coming out from there?” Fuschia gripped the man's sleeve tighter when she recognized who it was. “Your Highness?” “Wait, when did you change your clothes? And the hair,” “What do you mean, Your Highness? I've been wearing this shirt ever since morning.” “Impossible. I ran after you. And obviously, you're wearing a brown suit, not a gray suit, Sir Elysian.” Elysian looked confused. He scanned his clothes from up to down. Then he reached out his hand to calm the frantic Fuschia, but he pulled his hand back. He would not dare to touch this woman carelessly. Or else…

GET DRESS 8:00 PM TONIGHT. HOPE YOU WON'T GIVE AWAY THIS DRESS. LOVE, KING. “That arrogant Man, I am not going get dress....” I spoke and Jamey was wiggling his eyebrows indicating information’s, I laugh at his face and push him away. I open the parcel and inside was a purple dress with a sliver flat shoes and a sliver pouch.

I hаvе to асt ѕmаrt, ѕо I рuѕh dоwn the fееlіng оf wаntіng tо tасklе them, аnd tuck mуѕеlf behind a row оf gаrbаgе соntаіnеrѕ tо tаkе a lоng lооk. Jеѕѕuр іѕ wearing a dіѕguѕtіng little suit. It’ѕ obviously tailored аnd I’m sure those shiny ѕhоеѕ hаvе inserts іn thеm. He wants tо be the bіg man, but hіѕ eye іѕ ѕtіll blackened frоm mу fist.

LUCY The door opens. Damian King steps inside. I sit up slowly, ignoring the pull in my ribs. This time I see him clearly. Tall–the kind that makes this already-small hospital room feel even smaller. His hair's a bit too long, like he's overdue for a cut, and there's stubble along his jaw. But what I notice first is the suit. Charcoal gray. The kind that fits like it was made just for him. His watch catches the light when he moves his hand. Expensive. Everything about him looks expensive.

In the airport lobby, Kingsley's sister Freya was waiting for her luggage. She was dressed in a black suit, sharp and straight, with her black hair neatly combed and a steely, cold gaze. Her eyes were deep and piercing, giving her an inviolable look. Her appearance exuded power and confidence, as if she could handle any situation with ease.

***** As Kie informs Raven that his father's private jet has landed, her nerves begin to flutter like a caged bird's wings. After a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a King. Her closet seems to mock her, offering nothing but dull options. She couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, she ventures into her closet, and her eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate her curves. Next, she tackles her hair, waving her hand in a flurry of spells, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled-back look that fra

The girls downstairs didn’t do him any justice. He was breathtaking. Dressed in a tailored black suit, the fabric stretched taut over his muscular frame, his white button-up exposed the tattoo in swirling patterns on his chest and up part of his neck. His curly black hair was gelled back into a style of sorts, but two unruly curls escaped and framed his face. His eyes swirled like a storm, erupting and flashing between the calming gray and black. He looked almost like a tortured angel. He almost looks like Sirius. “You think I owe you?” The King snarls at Taylor, who instantly turns pale.