Mha Suit Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Can't Wait Till Tonight Lucas Milaro's POV: As I stood there, looking in the mirror, I adjusted my suit jacket a bit so it fit properly on my shoulders. The black suit went perfectly with the charcoal gray vest trimmed in a dark shade of hunter green. I wore that directly over a lighter gray long-sleeve dress shirt, which helped pull everything together nicely. This was supposed to be one of the biggest days of my life, and an even bigger night awaited me shortly.

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

' She sat up, feeling the shift in the weight of the cotton sheets as they slipped away, falling from the loose brown button shirt she wore and collecting around her waist. 'Everything is so outdated. Still, I can't help but want to stay.' She turned her head, catching a glance of the garment folded on the chair. The suit was shimmering white with bright gold edging. "Is that mine?" she asked, startled. She threw the blankets off, jumping to her feet, and approached the chair, curiously examining the sparkling material. She picked up the skysuit, comparing its make and dimensions to that of her own. "Well, it's like mine, but I've never seen anything like this," she marveled. "It seems to be

They took me from handsome Logan to even more handsome Logan. My suit fit me like a glove, and its royal blue hue exuded a regal charm. The fabric draped beautifully, hugging me in a fitted elegance. The jacket, embellished with delicate accents, framed my shoulders with a confident silhouette. The royal blue trousers completed the ensemble, tailored to perfection. As I adjusted the crisp white shirt and secured a matching royal blue tie, the ensemble spoke of sophistication.

The suit stood out from the rest, boasting a vibrant combination of deep crimson and obsidian black. The fabric shimmered under the ambient light, as if infused with energy. Intricate silver patterns adorned its surface, tracing a web of designs that conveyed a sense of elegance and strength. The material appeared to be a fusion of advanced nanofibers, offering both durability and flexibility. The suit's design emphasized a balance between form and function. It hugged the wearer's frame, accentuating their physique without sacrificing comfort. Strategic padding adorned the vital areas, providing extra protection without hindering mobility. The sleek lines and contoured edges lent an air of f

Though, he has to say, Sorahiko cleans up well. The suit is simple in design. It is a grey suit, with a black dress shirt, but the highlight of the suit is the grey waistcoat that showcases the cut of Sorahiko’s waist. He looks good. But Miyamura can’t think of the waistcoat without remembering Sorahiko mumbling about poverty making his waist small. It’s hilarious. He’s so sure that if someone called Sorahiko short, he'd blame it on poverty and malnutrition. The omega is so damn funny.

A wine-colored single-breasted suit. “You like this?” “Yup.” Henry resounded. “Good. I’m changing it.” Alaric informed, and Henry grunted. The sixth try-out was a peak-lapel deep gray suit with a crisp white shirt, a grey tie, and a small white handkerchief. He didn't need more to tell him it was perfect. “I will take this.” Henry felt a wash of relief the second his boss said that. Luckily, the payment was processed in minutes, and they headed to the hotel room where Alaric would be changing. Henry caught his hands tremble from time to time. The nervousness and worrisomeness on his face.

After a few minutes, the door clicked open and Mr. Moore strode out in a pair of navy blue suit that looked like it was tailored just for him. With his dark hair neatly combed to the side, and the designer suit he had on, he looked like perfection. 'Fresh from the oven'. Sheila thought. With just a glance at him, she was already drooling, she had to still herself from giving him any more than a glance. She couldn't afford to lose her guard and have him catch her gawking at him again.

Feeling the suit, I could tell it was composed of premium wool or a wool blend fabric and because of that, it felt luxurious with it's modern, streamlined look. Roxi had obviously gone above and beyond for us with these outfits. A knock against the changing door made me stop gushing over the suit. "Are you having troubles with the suit, sir?" Hakkaih asks, politely. "No, it's just fine" "Alright. Do let me know if you need any help, sir" "Will do, Hakkaih" I assured doning on the suit and admiring my reflection on the mirror. Stepping out of the dressing room, I faced my wife with a broad smile on my face. "How does your husband look?"

Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away. He was dressed in a tailored jet-black suit, gold cufflinks gleaming under the sun, and a matching watch that screamed money. His hair was cropped close, his shoes polished to perfection. Every movement of his radiated power and control. Ma and Pa bowed their heads slightly, welcoming him. Then one of the maids was sent to lead him into the meeting hall. I couldn’t help but stare. He was even more handsome in person…dark skin, broad chest, a few undone buttons revealing just enough to make my face warm. The faintest trail of hair led down his chest and disappeared beneath his shirt.