Springlock Suit Blueprint Novels & Stories

Vaelor's pov "Wear this, it looks great on you and matches your skin tone perfectly..." Clara said holding my royal blue suit with one hand and then a cologne that was enhanced with artificial pheromones to enhance my natural one. "I thought this was a double date," I said, positioning myself where I'd hidden the burner phone, the closet was one of the few spaces I kept to myself, almost everything else was shared between us, her hands could easily stray there.

“What could you possibly have noticed besides this human’s thievery? we all saw the collision, she was right there.” “The sapphire cuff,” Denis mused, ignoring her tone. He stepped closer, invading her personal space until Mila had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. He reached out a hand, not touching her, but gesturing toward her bare wrist. “It’s a spring-lock mechanism, isn't it? A family specialty. It doesn't ‘snag’ and fall off. It has to be depressed from both sides to release.” A murmur went through the crowd. The wolves knew their craftsmanship.

He blinked in awe. The suit was a deep royal blue, its surface slightly reflective under the light. The jacket was perfectly tailored, slim at the waist, with a single golden pin on the lapel — minimal but elegant. The shirt inside was snow-white, made from smooth silk that shimmered when touched. And the tie was a darker shade of navy, perfectly matching the pocket square tucked into the jacket’s chest. Arden lifted it by the hanger and stared. He had never worn anything this expensive in his life. He could practically see his reflection on the polished buttons.

"I want three. One with an Emerald and a Blue Saphire, One with a Diamond and a Blue Saphire and One with an Emerald and a Diamond. And three locks." "All right, tell me why though?" "Gio will insist on getting the girls' engagement rings. I'm getting them engagement collars. And one for myself. Gio is our heart who gave us the moon and stars forever and each other. The stones are representative of each of us, Diamond for me, Emerald for Fiona and Blue Sapphire for Tiffany." "I'm only doing this because you understand the real significance of a permanent collar. But Abi understand, the locks on these are called permanent locks. Once you lock them in place, there is no key to unlock them. The

My brows knitted in the middle. Jared shrugged, reaching under the counter, producing a long rectangular box secured by a huge black ribbon. “I have a plan, and that includes pleasing our billionaire alpha friend, Seth Hawkins.” He opened the box, and inside lay the most hideous suit I had ever seen. It was white with blue and silver embellishments shimmering under the overhead lights. Grinning like a cheshire cat, Jared pulled out a knee-high boots and a fucking sword. “No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!”

Like if she didn’t keep moving, she’d lose control of the rage simmering just beneath her skin. It took nearly an hour to break through. The final crack split the slab open with a sound like bone snapping. Beneath it—layers of plastic sheeting. Sealed with industrial tape. I pulled it out slowly, carefully. Beneath the wrapping was a case. Steel. Locked. Cali stepped beside me. “You have the gear?” I nodded, pulled out the lockpick and bypass kit, and started working. The latch gave after a few minutes, just enough to crack the case open.

I didn't care to open it, I just had a feeling that Kaiden would have need of them. I removed my suit and put the documents on my shirt and strapped it close. The shirt I wore inside my suit, had four straps. Two stretched diagonally to the opposite side, while two stretched horizontally in the middle, creating a bisection, and I placed the two documents carefully inside the strap. Then I proceeded to look for the documents that was of great concern to me.

I said. “Alright. What's the order?” She responded. “A midnight blue Azzarelli bespoke suit and shoe” I replied. “Okay, let me confirm the order. Give me a minute” She muttered, pressing numbers to the telephone. I turned over to take a good look at the boutique and I was impressed, the boutique was worth more. My gaze shifted as my eyes locked with a very familiar face who was scowling at me. My gaze darkened at the realization of who it was, Liam's mistress.

Did I mention how beautiful he is? Hot Nerd. That's what the other girls at my event planning job call him. Locke is six foot three, naturally muscular. Thick in places it should be illegal. And he clearly has no idea what to do with all of that size and strength. It's untouched and untested. The buttons of his dress shirt struggle to remain closed, black hairs that match the unruly waves on his head peek out over the top. The fly of his slacks is strained. God bless his tailor for hugging those bulky male lines. He's doing the lord's work.

he says, a thin smile appearing on his face. My chest tightens as he walks across the room to a closet with a large lock on the front. There’s no code or keyhole on the lock, only a square with a thin blue light wrapped around it. He presses his finger into the square and it unlatches. “All legal stuff, by the way. I’m no dummy when it comes to weapons,” he says, pulling open the closet with both hands.