Sting Proof Bee Suit Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sabine drops her robe, handing it to Nixon. “ What the fuck is she wearing? There is nothing to it.” I grumble. Sabine is wearing a green body suit. Or at least part of one. Most of it is see- thru with crystals on it and several multi colored scarf type things that make up a skirt. “ Relax. She is completely covered even though it doesn’t look like it. It is made like that so Pixie is more aerodynamic. If the outfits are bulky or loose they could affect her speed or spins.” Stone says in a gruff voice. He is back to the Stone I know.

I blushed. “I noticed that. I'm so disgusted and sleep deprived.” He stands up and walks to the kitchen. Muzi glance my way a bit before focusing on his phone. Bangizwe descend the stairs looking like himself. He's wearing a military suit. If you know it then you know what I'm speaking about it. It's not macamourflage or anything. It's in the way it's designed. My dad had such suits. Bangizwe has such a way of making them look so good. “Ready to leave?” I stand up.

It has been hell this evening, and it isn’t getting better. The minute I saw Stuart, his scent knocked me out: musk and pine. Such a manly scent, and boy, did the look match. Stuart wore a black suit that fit him like a glove, muscles bulging. His dark blue shirt had about three buttons unbuttoned, giving a peek at his chiseled chest. The minute I scented him, I started to get wet, and it didn’t get better after laying my eyes on him.

Thereby leaving trails of water patches on the ground as I walked. First, before I changed into my suit, I walked over to the side of the window to down the remaining coffee in my cup before I finally went to the mirror side to get dressed. I was also going to save a little pat in the back for Lesley for knowing my exact size. The suit was a Turkish suit which I was sure must have cost a fortune, although I was sure it wouldn’t even have meant much for Lesley to spend that amount at a stretch. It hugged my body tightly, revealing my muscles and biceps, making me appear like a Greek god. Celia would love this on me.

If you sever ties with Pierce and stay with me, you'll be safe! Upon hearing this, Millie yanked her hand away from his grip indifferently. "I don't need your protection! I have only one husband, and that's Pierce!" With that, she turned to go back into the study. But Stefan's eyes fell on the male mannequin in the corner that was dressed in a suit. The suit had a boutonniere pinned to the chest, with Pierce's name written on it. Anger coursed through Stefan, and he grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk, aiming to shred the suit to pieces.

I shout, and I hear his low laugh. I open the bag to reveal a black velvet suit. The tag remains—custom-made, worth a fortune. I cover my mouth, trying to stay silent. This is too much for one night. I strip off my gear, sliding into the soft fabric. It fits like a second skin, accentuating my shoulders and waist. It is elegant, yet leaves just enough skin exposed. I spin, seeing how the light hits the material. I pull my device from my pocket and ping Nia.

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

There, just barely visible through the tint, was a little cutie with a head of curls and cheeks like dumplings. She was smearing sticky handprints across Sterling’s immaculate office windows, wearing a tiny Stormriders jersey with 'Belmont 88' stitched across the back. It hung a little crooked on her, sleeves too long, the hem bouncing around her diaper, but she wore it like a crown. She blew raspberries and giggled at her own reflection. Then slapped one food-covered palm on the window like she wanted them to move again. Sterling stood behind her, phone pressed to his ear, the picture of billionaire composure. Except for the way he kept wiping the glass with tissues between sentences.

"You know he is a hardworking man, the most intelligent man in the company, don't get me started on his look, he is so handsome, how I wish I could be his girlfriend, I will..." "Stop it Sunset ta....ta...yan...yan...yan, see her mouth," Evidence mimicked. "Oh girl you have not answered my questions, how come he always wear that blue suit every day?" "Calm down Evidence, if you are current you will have heard the news about him having ten suits of the same colour and same model, he doesn't like looking for the colour of suit to wear, he counts that as a waste of time, so he bought the suits to save him from time wastage, is that not cute?" Sunset explained.

All three of their faces are pissed off. "Bella what..........." Ares starts but his tone trails off. All three of their faces drop as they take in what I'm wearing. I try my best to refrain from laughing. All three of their eyes rake my outfit in. I'm wearing a black, long sleeved, one-piece leather bodysuit that shows my curves perfectly. I paired fishnet stockings with it. The bodysuit has a crisscross pattern in the chest area that shows off my breasts perfectly. I decided to wear thigh-high boots that had nice stiletto heel on them. I