Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

Grayson replied conspiratorially. A portly man wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a formal, colored sash—obviously the colors of Estrea—walked into the doorway and placed his hands on his hips, reminding Ari of a modern King Henry VIII. His commanding demeanor, and family resemblance to Grayson and Xavier, made it obvious that he was the King. He looked between his sons. "So, which of you is responsible for this?" "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Ari interjected in an effort to save them both, knowing it could work… or backfire completely. She hoped it was the first.

he smirks before crashing his lips onto mine, I mean that is what I said. A few hours pass, now the coronation was only half an hour away. Daisy was just helping me get into my dress, which was much bigger than the one I wore the other day. It was white and puffy, it had lace detailing on the bodice while the skirt was out just like a princess dress. It took us a little longer to get me in the this dress, but once I look at myself in the mirror I instantly fall in love with it. I turn thanking Daisy who just smiles, telling me we had fifteen minutes, the time is just flying by. The door knocks Grayson walking in, he smiles turning to me where he just looks me up at down smiling.

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

And that made him exactly the man I needed. A few moments later, footsteps echo from upstairs. The footsteps got closer and each step seemed to make my heartbeat pound a little harder. Then he appeared. Damian Kingsley. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. His dark hair was still damp from a shower. He wasn’t dressed like the billionaire every magazine loved to photograph. And somehow he looked even more intimidating. His sharp eyes landed on me and for the briefest moment, something flickered across his face.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

My words disappeared. Kingston stood there with one hand shoved into the pocket of his trousers and the other hand hanging loosely by his side. Instead of his usual hoodie and jeans, he wore a fitted black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a pair of slightly fitted black trousers. His dark hair looked slightly damp like he had just gotten out of the shower. He looked ... Annoyingly breathtaking. His green eyes slowly lifted to meet mine the moment I stepped out the door and for what looks like the longest seconds, neither of us spoke.

"So, what did you decide about me in ten seconds?" I met his gaze dead-on, stripping away the games. "That you hate being handled. That you don't like people getting close enough to see the cracks. And that pushing you would only make you bolt the door harder." The table went completely still. Eli stared at me for a long, heavy beat, his jaw tightening. "Accurate." Cain cleared his throat, sensing the air growing too thick to breathe. "Alright, psychoanalysis later, food now. Eli, you have to put the spicy mustard on that. Trust me."

comfort her? Lucas's tall and slender frame was clad in a dark silvery gray suit, and his handsome face was set in a cold and indifferent expression. The Prince of the Entertainment Industry had always been infamous for being a cold and distant man, known for switching from one girlfriend to another, but nobody could guess who his next girlfriend would be.

Ella POV The fudge did he say? Did I hear him right? This is his fudging House? "Your House?" Gideon nodded. "This is a castle Gideon! This is not a house!" I exclaimed. He just chuckled and proceeded to guide me inside the house. A middle age man wearing you guessed it a suit again! Is there any type of uniform available in this household? Almost all Gideon's staff is wearing a Gajam suit. This man is waiting beside the front door.

"yes. It would mean the world to me if you could." "Be there in five minutes." The line goes dead. When I go down to the lobby after ten minutes, I find their car parked on the front of the hotel. Out steps Kingston and Mel. Kingston is dressed in a black three piece suit. Instead of a tie, he left his collar open. I think the suit is a Gucci suit. Mel on the other hand is wearing a dark blue suit. It's not a three piece one like Kingston but he paired it with a corset. The suit jacket is off putting his corset on display.