Mha Suit Novels & Stories

08:00 AM. Maahir stood at the isolated location dressed in a white shirt paired up with a beige blazer with gelled onyx hair. With his tall figure, wheatish complexion, and husky muscles, he looked extremely handsome. He strode towards the door and rang the bell a few times, but no response.

Which was exactly the answer he wanted. The boutique smelled of leather and expensive fabric. Rows of suits gleamed under golden lights, mannequins dressed sharper than most men on Wall Street. “Pick one,” Micah said, lounging against a chair like he owned the place. I tried on three. Gray. Navy. Then black. The black one fit too well. Sharp lines, crisp shoulders, tie perfectly knotted. I adjusted it in the mirror. “Dangerous,” Micah murmured. His eyes didn’t leave me.

Unfortunately, I have no choice. I hear soft voices coming from the common room. The voices get louder as I come closer. Mason. "...I will not accept any form of incompetence. I need security stationed at every entry and exit. This is Hawaii, but danger is never far away. Am I understood?" I open the door and walk in. Mason's gaze lands on me, and I forget to breathe. He must have cleaned up in another bathroom because once again, his armour is back on. He looks every inch the accomplished billionaire in a black suit, pristine white shirt, black slacks and a black tie.

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There were two men seated there. One of them was Mikhail. My breath caught. He wasn’t in the clothes he had worn last night. He wasn’t in the casual worn shirt or the old jacket. He wasn’t even in the plain shoes he always wore. No, this Mikhail sat with a straight, rigid posture and wore a black suit that looked expensive enough to silence a room. His hair was no longer falling around his face. Someone had slicked it back. Or he had done it himself. He looked sharp. Cold. Unreachable in a way that made the man from last night feel like a dream.

TARA “This is not me,” Mad complained for the third time in front of the mirror with his outfit, looking so hot in his navy blue embellished suit. “Trust me, you look hot.” He looked at me through the mirror, eyes flickering with heat as he scanned me from head to toe. This was my third change of outfit. I loved the A-line sweetheart white tea length ball dress with floral appliqué. It fit perfectly. The light makeup and hairdo went well with the dress and Mad’s chosen suit.

"So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty. I think I got just the thing!" Mason ran to his room and to his closet. He took out his gift from his mother. The suit that she never wore. "Mom gave this to me before she passed." Mason said, handing it to his sister. "I think it's your size. Can you try it on?" May nodded and took the suit. She went to the bathroom and put it on. It fit her perfectly. It was a dark navy blue color, with a white shirt and a red tie. The pants were wide leg and the blazer was perfectly tailored.

Maia's eyes were still downtrodden and her voice lethargic but her expression brightened at my next words. "It's absolutely stunning!" I exclaimed, and this time, I was not lying. It was an elegant one-piece bathing suit. It was a bright red color, like a strawberry, and only had one strap. White polka dots were scattered throughout. There were diamonds running down the side hem, and they sparkled in the sunlight coming through the windows. I'd never worn something so colorful before, but something about today had me feeling confident. "It's from the Comme des Garcons summer collection," Maia explained.

I assumed he would be wearing a black suit and probably something purple, but I didn’t think they’d get him to wear anything similar to what River and Sage’s mate were wearing. Hale was standing, hands clasped and blue eyes locked on me wearing a black brocade with a faint purple to the design suit jacket and waistcoat, a dark purple dress shirt with silver-tone wolf embroidery on the collar with a matching tie, and black dress pants. I can’t believe he’s wearing it or how incredibly hot he looks in it. Once again, showing just how out of his comfort zone this man is willing to go for me. ‘Damn right, our mate looks hot in everything. My favorite is nothing.’ Astra snickered as we made the w

*** “Why do I suddenly feel colder here!" Migo exclaimed while looking around and rubbing his shoulder. “Wow. Oh!” Everyone in the hall exclaimed! Holding their breaths, as the male gods are about to enter. One by one, they posed at the booth, like models walking on a runway fashion show. Migo is wearing a Velvet-tailored fit maroon Burgundy 3 piece Suit. A hot playboy image. Kian is wearing a 3 piece Gray Suit Tuxedo, perfect for a handsome heartthrob look.