Springlock Suit Blueprint の小説・ストーリー

He hadn't removed the tattoo or changed the password, suggesting that Liam still held a special place in his heart. So, when he mentioned needing a marriage partner, it was probably a way to provoke someone — the chief attorney mentioned by Wendy, the one called Sophia. Looking at the code for the door lock, where "L" represented Liam and "S" likely stood for Sophia, it seemed her replacement had been perfectly deciphered. Suzy couldn't quite put into words the emotions swirling inside her at that moment. She had initially intended to take off her coat and go straight to her computer to work. However, as she lifted her gaze, her attention was immediately captured by the large bag in the foye

Celestine's POV Lorenzo raises a dark blue two-piece suit above his head. "What about this?" I observe it. The color and material are both nice but... "No. Not good enough." "Ahh." He groans, keeping the suit back on the hanger. "Which do you deem good enough then?" He gestures to the rack filled with suits. A black suit catches my eyes and I pull it out, holding it against his body as I take a good look at it. I shove it into his chest. "Go try it on."

"Mr. Hendricks, we have personalized collections for you. But based on my view, you should go with our perfect 07 sets. Although it's not black, the royalness of the blue won't disappoint you. Would you like to give it a try?" Remaining wordless, he just nodded and let her lead. She took out a royal blue colored suit and asked him to wear it. Sliding his arms into it, he buttoned as she passed a cheerful smile in the back that reflected in the mirror. "It's fitting your royal look, Mr. Hendricks." The smile she gave was like spring for him in winter. His hands trembled whenever he thought of touching her, feeling her. She wasn't aware, but he wanted to hug his daughter. The secret her mom ke

A sharp knock rattles the door ten minutes later. "Franklin, open up!" Tahlia kicks the bottom of the door. "I've got the suit. Shoes are at the door." "Leave it," I call back, cracking the heavy door to pull the garments inside. Tahlia is already walking away, a vicious smirk playing on her lips. She has left me a tailored garment from the Black Snake Vrig elite collection. It is a piece meant for a supreme high-ranking male model—cut so narrow across the ribs and low across the collarbones that it requires an immaculate, hyper-lean hourglass frame to wear without tearing the seams.

Hand-finished, brushed and then polished along the inner edge so the contrast between the matte outer and the bright inner reads, to anyone who isn't us, as a piece of expensive jewelry. The band is slightly narrower than the training collar, but it’s heavier. The closure at the back is a small flat lock that takes a custom key. There’s no buckle. There’s no quick release. Once it goes on, it doesn’t come off without the key, and I have the key. Oliver stares at it without speaking for a long moment. His hand on the box has gone white at the knuckles. He’s breathing through his nose and his chin is wobbling slightly as he fights to keep his composure.

I turned to the folder and began to look at the suits available. On almost the last page there was a tuxedo with a a double breasted vest that had eight buttons. The jacket had a single button that gave it a sleek design. The two toned black paisley pattern was sophisticated and unique. It had a matching bow tie as well. The size indicated that it would fit me perfectly. “I’ll take this one if you still have it.” “Oh, good choice! That’s the only one I have in that as well. Let me run back and get it for you to try on.” Diane was off in a flash to get it.

Before sitting down on the bed, I declare. I smacked my head a few times before exhaling loudly. "So, suit yourself. Besides, I'm on my way to work." He said this as he exited the bathroom. I felt myself opening my mouth wide open more than a hundred times as I stared in awe at Arthur. He was a dapper because he was neat, spruce, and stylish. Arthur wore a dapper 'STUART HUGHES DIAMOND EDITION' suit. The suit is made of Cashmere wool, silk, and 480 o. 5-carat diamonds scattered on the side.

"I'll leave some men here to keep watch, in case those men come back, just for the time being. Your life might still be in danger." "If that is the case then why can't I just leave this town? Maybe tomorrow! We'll leave tomorrow and we won't have to worry about..." "No." Jones interrupted. He was a twenty eight years old detective with ash blond hair and ice blue eyes. His facial bone structure was so perfect his cheekbones could cut through a piece of glass. He was a real ladies man, not that he wanted the ladies but they all wanted him. Every female in his district, old as young was head over heels in list with his athletic build physique and enchanting blue eyes. His hair was natural just

Perfect for someone with secrets to hide. The door was locked. Of course it was. I knelt down, examining the mechanism. Standard pack house lock, nothing too sophisticated. I pulled a thin piece of metal from my pocket — borrowed from Lena's lock-picking kit without her knowing. First attempt: the pick slipped, scraped against the pins. Too much pressure. Second attempt: better, but I could feel the tension wrong. The pick was bending, close to breaking. Careful. If it breaks, we're done.