Ouji Fashion Male Novels & Stories

Tom said. "But y'all are not in Mt.Olympus no more, you guys are in the city, where people usually wear Chanel, Celine, YsL and Dior!" "What are those?" Jonas asked curiously while looking up to Jiroo naively. "This shirt is from Dior, Liam's shirt is from Celine. They are brands and this is what people usually are wearing." Jiroo explained and they all nod at him, as if they just learned the most amusing things in their life. "Next, ordinary humans don't have powers, do any of you have powers?"

He opted in for a fitted two pieces navy blue suit and pants, with a pair of Louis Vuitton shoes to match and he looked good to go. Jovy was fast asleep and snoring lightly when he returned back to the room. He couldn't blame the poor girl cause he practically had her legs hung in the air all through the night and thrusting into her core. And Logan must say, as weak as her wolf was he would have thought her strength to be just so but Jovy surpassed the limit he had set for her.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

There are other things I'd rather spend such money on, but I will never get into such matters with her. All I really want to do is be free and live my life the way I want each day in this life while only figuring out what I need to wear each day. Today's fit is a lounge look. So I will go with Dior Men and have chosen for the day a black cashmere polo sweater, size medium, a pair of dark straight leg vintage jeans size thirty-four. I don't like my jeans tight. The final touches are my Dior B28 high-top sneakers topped off with Dior BOIS D'ARGENT cologne. I have chosen to wear my cheaper Dior attire because I have no grand plans, and I consider this fit my every day "can get dirty" wear. I h

Giovanni leaned towards Jana, hugging her waist before hoisting her up. The man's muscles are rippling because of her weight. Jana caught a whiff of Gio's perfume, taking in a discreet intake of breath, she lay pliant against the man's chest. Gio wore a simple grey sweater and black fitted pants. A match to her black dress and silver purse. All for the monthly check up of her physical state.

If the young man was forsaken by his family, while addressing the abhorrence of the black haired boy in the Hub, how could he live and stay his vibrant personality? The blonde locks received a pair of formal attire from the unknown man. A white short sleeve buttoned shirt, with a black long bow tie set a diamond pendant on its brooch collar. The top garment was paired with a black elastic straight pants with pockets in the side seams and an Oxford blue belt which accolades the young boy's slim waist. It even came with a high quality fabric jacket that had a notched collar, button front closing, set-in sleeves with button detail, patch and welt pockets perfectly befit to the boy's physique. R

Jason pov Standing before the mirror, I take in the sight of my reflection. The deep navy of the finely tailored suit enveloped my form, the woolen fabric soft to the touch. Intricate stitching traced along the lapels, catching the light in subtle glimmers of silver. Each seam was a testament to the craftsmanship that went into its creation, a symbol of the care and attention to detail that defined my outward appearance. The crisp white shirt beneath adds a touch of elegance, and the dark tie is the final flourish to this polished ensemble. Despite the nerves that gnaw at my insides, I can't deny it—I look every inch the alpha king I'm meant to be. But beneath the surface, turmoil churns.

Shuji asked his friend. "Are you, aren't you?" Akatsuki asked his friend. "Neither. I put that kind of thing in place," Shuji replied to his friend. Shuji stood up and took the clothes he was going to wear. Shuji was wearing a black leather jacket and a black polo long-sleeve shirt. He was also wearing black pants. "Your aura is just an action star? Haha!" Akatsuki pissed off his friend and hit him in the head.

I picked out some simple clothes comprising of an unadorned black shirt folded at the arms along with black ripped jeans accompanied with some ankle boots. I was tying up my hair into a ponytail when a felt a hand forcing my hands away from my head. "Keep it open, it's better that way." I saw Oikawa standing behind me through the mirror in front of me. I smiled and shrugged an 'okay' and then turned around to see him wearing a black sweatshirt with ripped jeans and had his hair neatly down. I smiled and stepped towards him, and steadily allowed my hands to make their way to his hair and…

He felt like he had just thrown clothes onto a blank mannequin, said they fit, and ran with it. Robbie himself had been one to keep up with major fashion trends, his poofy hair was proof enough of that. Patterned shirts, bell bottoms, he had it all. Today he had opted for a jean tuxedo of sorts: a fur-lined jean jacket, patterned red polo, and jeans the same colour as the jacket. Accompanied with sunglasses in mid-November, of course. He soon joined James in slipping on his shoes, new suede boots. Jake worked at a clothing store somewhere downtown and it was very evident.