Peters New Suit Novels & Stories

The door slid shut, locking me in once again. I forced myself out of bed, my knees trembling slightly as I walked to the closet. Inside the garment bag was a tailored ivory wool suit. It was stunning and elegant, looking like something a billionaire's wife would wear to a charity luncheon. But as I pulled the jacket on, I realized the cut was incredibly tight—borderline suffocating. It forced my shoulders back and my chin up. It was another cage, just made of expensive wool. When I entered the penthouse foyer, Killian was standing by the private elevator, reading a document on his tablet. He had discarded the charcoal suit from yesterday, now wearing a bespoke midnight-blue three-piece that

I cry. “No, that’s the worst thing you can do. He is your past now.” Luther tells me with certainty. We are taking you away from here this morning. Just get dressed and we will go. None of your things are suitable to come with you.” “Not suitable?” I ask, puzzled. “You literally don’t own one quality item of clothing or toiletry Nova.” Peter says like its meant to be obvious to me “We are just going to replace everything” I look at him shocked. He looks at me with anger in his eyes. “Please, please don’t tell me it’s been 4 years since you had something new?”

Let him try. So when Taiga opened his apartment door that morning and saw the large box sitting there, the last thing he thought about was basketball. It was big. Heavy. And not the kind of delivery he was expecting. Now standing in his kitchen, he pulled the lid off with a wary curiosity. Inside, folded in pristine layers, was a two-piece suit that looked like it had been stolen straight from the window of a high-end boutique. The waistcoat’s stitching was precise, almost artistic. The shoes gleamed, brand new, their leather so smooth it practically dared him to touch. He didn’t have to check, the sizes were perfect. Too perfect.

Taking out a red lipstick, she applied it on. "I am going to get my life together and make them all regret treating me like trash," she swore, a smile stressing her beauty. Walking down the empty street, Alissa was startled by the honk of a vehicle behind her. She pulled herself from the road and watched the Maybach come to a screeching stop. The door opened, and a handsome man came out from it. She blinked her eyes twice, rubbing them. "Peter?" Peter, now standing tall and confident, lunged out in a well-tailored three-piece suit, his features more sharpened than before. He gave off a powerful aura. Peter advanced towards her, a smile springing to his lips.

“Mr. Grant, Adrian Cole is waiting for you on the twentieth floor.” Peter gave a little nod. They stepped inside as the elevator doors parted. Peter adjusted his cufflinks and stared at his reflection in the polished metal doors. Everything about him looked flawless. The tailored suit. The expensive watch. The controlled expression. Anyone watching him would assume his life was perfect. But lately, something has been bothering him. A weird emptiness he refused to acknowledge. His assistant glanced at him carefully. “Is everything alright, sir?” Peter’s eyes remained fixed ahead. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

06 Saturday came and just like planned, Peter went to West's room. He wore his usual attire— a sweater paired with his jeans. Even when West's room is literally next door, he still wanted to dress properly. While changing a while ago, all he could think was his appearance. Am I overdress? How do I look like? Why am I being conscious? In the end he chose to wear what he usually wear. It's comfortable and kind of suit him. Back to present, Peter's currently sitting on the floor at the end of the bed waiting for West to return. The latter excused himself a while ago to buy a drink. A milk drink in particular dahil naubusan daw ito.

I smiled nervously. “Looking forward to work with you, Ana,” Peter answered with a deep and pleasant voice. “Peter is one our best editors, I can't wait to see the outcome of your cooperation,” Ellen grinned, agitated. I had to say, Peter looked very professional… and handsome. He was wearing a neat suit, he took notes from the information about my book that Ellen told him. He also already had some ideas for minor changes. All his ideas were on point, I was truly excited to work with him.

Kenneth stared at the mirror in his walk-in closet. An expensive suit that, this time, was slightly different from his usual suit, a jet-black suit with a white shirt and a satin bow tie. Kenneth's hair had been transformed into a neater look with pomade polish, which made his entire forehead visible.

2000s pop music played softly through the store's speakers, and it felt like the soundtrack to our story was starting to write itself. Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me straight to the accessories section with his mischievous smile. “Look at this!” He picked up a pair of huge glasses, with round lenses and neon-colored frames. He put it on his face and made an exaggerated pose, as if he were a supermodel. “Perfect for a futuristic look, right?” I laughed and picked up another pair of glasses, only now they were heart-shaped frames. I put them on my face and looked at him with a smile. "Now yes! We are ready to dominate the world!”

LAYTON Brice Peterson’s jaw hardened and his shoulders tensed. Nothing in his fancy office with his multi-million dollar view over lower Manhattan could save him from his past. I was here to make sure he knew that. In his tailored three piece suit with his blond hair slicked back, he looked every inch the high priced lawyer he had become after our paths diverged after high school. Plenty of jokes about how lawyers were scummy people in one way or another crept into my mind.