Springlock Suit Blueprint Novels & Stories

I parked at a spot furthest away from other cars in case I need to make a getaway. I took a step out of my car and fastened my blazer’s button. My suit was tailored to perfection, an inky black bespoke suit that caught the light with a subtle sheen. It hugged my broad shoulders and frame like a second skin. The lapels were satin, while a golden brooch shaped like a lion’s head gleamed proudly on my chest, catching the eye of nearby onlookers. On my wrist was a bold gold watch and my shoes were a glossy black leather.

Back at Peach Blossom Estates, Blake’s clone left his room wearing a navy blue Armani Suit with a red silk tie and a kerchief in his upper pocket, looking rather handsome. He was meeting with Susan Writtle in the foyer and going to his interview that was arranged for his return from the dead.

I take a breath to strengthen my tattered patience, glance to the side, then stop, and turn, and stare in appreciation. It is a suit, on a mannequin, in a shop window. Dark blue with a very subtle grey flecking. Sharply but carefully tailored to give mobility without looking baggy. Single breasted, wide lapel. High cut armhole. Subtly tapered legs. James Bond would wear a suit like that. “Aiden,” I say, not taking my eyes off the suit. The word draws the attention of the rest of the Pack as well. “I think I can see the perfect suit for you. Right over there.”

A small light comes from his bedroom and I quickly cross to the threshold. "What took you so long, dragon?" Locksy is passed out on the floor, a large chalice resting beside his head along with a small slash of blood. I gaze at my smug bride. "It seems you didn't need my help." She holds up an elegant jeweled bauble with a bright blue stone in the center. It will look lovely hanging at her throat. I also know Locksy has larger, more valuable pieces. The arrogance in my bride's eyes tells me so much and pride envelops me. She has the undeniable heart of a dragon. She has chosen her first treasure because the blue stone calls to her soul.

We leave the kitchen after washing the bowls and sat in the living room. "It's time for presents," Lia speaks happily and takes three boxes. "Three." "Yes." She smiles. She first gives the blue box to James. It is a Rolex explorer limited edition watch. James is crazy overwatches, and nothing can be better than this gift. She then hands the other two boxes to me. I first open the smaller one. It's a personalized golden cuff link with my initials studded with small diamonds. The second is more interesting. It is a collage album of Lia and I's childhood pictures combined. It is beautiful.

He was watching me from behind the desk, and the morning light was coming through the study window at an angle that did something to the green-hazel of his eyes, and I looked at him and felt the doubled patch on my wrist and felt also, underneath it, beneath the chemistry and the professional composure and the evidence file I was holding, the specific, stubborn warmth of someone who had been afraid their entire life and had never once let it determine what they were willing to do. "And they were wrong," I said. I went back to work. —- Serena sent a suit at half past six. It arrived via one of Kade's personnel, carried in a garment bag with a small card in Serena's precise handwriting: Altier

Her eyes were fixed on him, sharp and critical. “Raise your chin,” she instructed. Jordan obeyed, standing still on the tailor’s platform, arms spread slightly while the head tailor circled him with chalk and measuring tape. He was dressed in the first full mock-up of the custom vow renewal suit—midnight blue, silk-lined, with subtle shoulder padding and carefully designed contours to emulate Kingsley’s muscular frame. The tailor tucked a small extra lining into the chest plate of the jacket. “That’ll broaden the shoulders just a bit more,” he said softly to Beth. “We’ve also reinforced the cuffs to give his arms more shape. The vest will add definition around the waistline.”