Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

Every detail seems perfectly tailored to accentuate his strong physique and charismatic presence. The fabric of the tuxedo is a rich, deep shade of midnight blue, capturing the essence of sophistication and refinement. Its satin lapels gleam under the light, adding a touch of luxury to the ensemble. The jacket fits him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and tapering down to a trim waist. A crisp, white dress shirt peeks through the jacket's lapels, the fabric immaculately pressed. The collar is perfectly aligned, framing his strong jawline and emphasizing his confident posture. A simple black bowtie rests at the center of his collar, adding a touch of timeless charm.

I stood from my seat, speaking to no one in particular as I straightened my black jacket. The jacket itself was another annoyance. It was itchy and uncomfortable, suffocating, unlike my fighting leathers. The gold embellishments were also tacky. Everything about this was restricting. But in a world of royals, you dressed nice, smiled when necessary and only showed the people what they wanted to see.

“Looks like outerwear is back here.” I’m tempted to chastise Jax for his use of the term ‘outerwear’, but the guy is here to help me- so instead I just keep my mouth shut and follow him to the back corner of the store. I post up against a clothing rack, watching him thumb through an upper rack on the wall. Jax pulls down a hanger, holding up a red leather jacket with a studded collar. “Heh?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows. I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest. Definitely not something I could see Brooke wearing.

He smells amazing. “You look sexy.” I grin as he pulls up the dark gray jacket from the bed and helps me ease into it. It’s calf length and made of expensive wool and has the most flattering, fitted shape. A new acquisition from Donna at his urging that I needed a winter coat for formal events. New York is starting to get cooler already. “You look far sexier than me, neonata.” He leads me out of the apartment, nodding at the security staff in the outer hall. * * *

“Your turn.” Roman blinked. “I’m fine.” “You are never fine,” Jace replied. “You’re intimidating by default. We’re softening the edges tonight.” Roman folded his arms. “I’m not softening anything.” Jace sighed dramatically. “Elena married a man with zero whimsy.” Roman didn’t argue. He let Jace shove a tailored jacket into his hands, dark but sharp, understated in a way that still screamed money. “Trust me,” Jace said. “This works.”

She was holding his jacket and scanning it. “Why are you looking at this?” He had been wearing the jacket the day he was robbed. There were two holes in it and some dried blood. Aurelia looked at him and then at the jacket before sighing in pity. “This is branded. I don’t even get to touch it on normal days, and it’s ruined now. Sigh…” Her expression was like she was looking at a destroyed treasure, yet the jacket was one of the most common ones in his closet. Fredric felt something he could not name.

Good for her. She was alone in high school. I stood on the stage first and Jenny entered the hall through the main door with a straight path that led to the stage. My suit had a shade of dark brown. The jacket, expertly tailored to accentuate my form, boasted clean lines and a sleek silhouette. The lapels framed the face with understated charm. Paired with matching trousers, a crisp white dress shirt provided a striking contrast, allowing the rich brown tones to take center stage along with a silk necktie

He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they create a perfect balance with his shoes. To top it all off he's wearing a refined belt, which can be accompanied by a scarf and a watch. Jennifer smiled at the balcony and Jerald Turned to her out of curiosity he wanted to see the dress. He didn't even blink until she reached the stairs. She had a clear look of the dress. The dress leaves her shoulders mostly uncovered and flows down into a modest keyhole neckline. It's a close fit which helps to accentuate her breasts without making it look tacky and sloppy.

The girls started push each other just to get a glimpse of this man and Zea tried her best to evade the crowd but was instantly caught in the middle of screaming fans. God! These girls are crazy! Zea forced her way out until she finally reached the nearby shop. Damn... These bitches are fierce. She quickly fixed her crumpled shirt and smoothed out her messed-up hair. Until she noticed a young man, standing right on the other corner of the shop, wearing a blue SIBS Jacket. But his jacket is quite different than the others. The color, a regal, almost royal blue, is darker and it's jet black leather sleeves gives it's entire look even more swag. Her eyes scanned his broad shoulders, as well as

She eyed me suspiciously but didn't say anything as she stuffed the supplies into her bag. Donned in tan leather pants paired with a linen tunic featuring black buttons, she secured a familiar dagger to a harness against her ribs. Retrieving her jacket from the bed, she pulled it over her head. The jacket, embellished with simple brass buckles and elbow pads, had been a lavish purchase for her sixteenth birthday the previous year. The intent was to possess a garment to conceal her daggers when venturing into town, like today.