Novel & Cerita Levi Ackerman Outfits

All he wore was black slacks with a cream knit collared shirt, but he looked like he belonged more on a runway than at my door. “Don’t you have a pack meeting that starts soon?” I asked him, shuffling my feet to get some of my nervous energy out. Levi cocked an eyebrow as he leaned against my doorway and crossed his strong arms across his chest. “Keep a close eye on my schedule, do you?” My cheeks burned at his teasing. “More like I try to keep up with what’s going on with the pack.”

The two of them looked incredible, wearing clothes that somewhat matched but also held little differences that showcased their own personalities. Kade wore a dark leather jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. He frequently wore a pair of thick combat books, looking exactly like some kind of jacked motorcyclist. Alec dressed a bit more professional, wearing a button-down shirt that he kept rolled up to his elbows. Both had gotten their hair trimmed a week ago, in a near identical style. Shaved short on the sides and longer on the top. Kade’s hair seemed to grow like a weed, and those long strands now tickled just above his eyebrow.

They weren't dressed in the stiff, formal regalia of war, but their choice of clothes still hummed with an effortless authority. Leela wore a high-quality, cream-colored cable-knit sweater dress that draped comfortably over the proud swell of her stomach. It looked soft, approachable, and "domestic," yet the rich fabric and the way she carried herself made it clear she was no ordinary pack mate. She had paired it with a simple but heavy gold pendant—a Blackwood heirloom—that caught the light with every breath. Beside her, Fennigan wore a dark navy henley with the sleeves pushed up, looking relaxed and rugged, though the steady, unblinking focus in his eyes told a different story.

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

I applied lotion and spray perfume, I also fixed my hair and apply lip balm. When I came down I saw Levi in ​​the living room from here on the stairs. He is wearing a royal blue polo and gray slacks. He also wears a white sneaker from New York. I was ashamed to look at my home clothes. "Good morning, where are you going?" I asked him while going to the kitchen to eat. I sat down and looked at him again who was also looking at me. "Good morning, we're leaving, hurry up," he said. He looked at his cellphone and went to the living room.

Mrs Ackerman let her in and left her to her devices when she was done with her housekeeping duties. Done unpacking her stuff, Natalie wandered into the master bedroom. She plopped down on the platform bed, remembering the hours of pleasure she'd enjoyed in Levi's arms in this very room. She sniffed his pillow, her heart—and other parts—aching with yearning. Sighing, she dragged herself from the bed, a small smile flickering on her lips when she strolled into his walk-in closet. Her assumptions about his wardrobe were spot on. There were rows and rows of white shirts on one side, suits, blazers, and his go-to chinos on the other end. His jeans and T-shirts, hoodies and joggers were neatly fol

I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “Alright, fine. But from now on, I’ll be your outfit consultant. Deal?” Lea bargained, her finger pointing in my direction. I conceded, “Deal. As long as you promise not to put me in anything too outlandish.” She put together a simple yet professional ensemble: a crisp white top paired with gray checkered ankle-length trousers and a coordinating jacket. Lea handed me nude heels and delicate silver half-moon studs. I gave the outfit a once-over, nodding in approval. “You’ve struck a balance between professional and stylish. Good job.” She just gave me a hair flip, making me chuckle.

Earnest whispered, clearly as puzzled as I was. Levante's expression darkened slightly, a rare flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "I dress like this all the time." Earnest and I exchanged quick glances. This was not true. Levante never went to this much effort. His usual jacket sufficed for regular days, and he only wore the full royal cloak with the crest when meeting his parents. His hair was never styled with such care. Seeing him like this, with that subtle tension in his posture, left me confused and strangely intrigued.

“Once they heard I was having an engagement party, everyone wanted to come.” So we have families, friends and others present then. Damn you, Keenan, for leaving me in the dark for so long. Some of Keenan’s businessmen walk over to him and I walk alone to greet some faces I recognise. Among the crowd of guest, I spot Levi discussing with someone and I approach them. Levi is wearing a black three-piece suit and matching trousers, his hair neatly styled to the side and I also notice beside him a young blonde lady about my age in a red silk long sleeve gown, with red heels on and keeps clinging unto his arms now and then as though scared he’ll run away once she let go.

she asked brightly. I let her lead me to the casual clothing section. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine Ace agreeing to dress up in coordinating outfits with me. He might do it if I asked or begged for him to do so but I had better things to beg for than for him to wear matching outfits with me. Now that I thought about it, Ace didn’t seem to wear anything fancy for his casual looks. Comfortable white shirt and jeans seemed to be his go-to look and I had to say that the look looks amazing on him. “I don’t think he’ll go for the coordinating outfit thing…” I said before flashing her an apologetic smile.