Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

“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

On top of the shirt he's wearing a trendy vest with 5 buttons, it has a narrow v-line, which allows for the top to remain visible even when the suit's jacket is buttoned up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It's a solid black color without a pattern which radiates finesse. The 4 buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up, it's the only right way to wear it, there's no other way. The jacket is slightly longer at the back, it has no vent, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which holds a white handkerchief. He was looking so good that he made Jennifer stand still for a moment. When she finally came back to her senses, the sound of her heels

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.

I played with my phone in my hand to distract myself until I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Since it was a Michelin restaurant, he wore an elaborate houndstooth pattern suit which gave him a sporty, yet stylish look. The five buttons of his double-breasted jacket were all buttoned up except for one, adding a subtle touch of nonchalance which worked perfectly. The jacket fit him like a well-tailored glove. The jacket was the same length all around, with two pockets and a breast pocket. The pants—same color as the jacket was a slightly different pattern, yet they created a perfect balance with his shoes. He was wearing a sharp pair of cap toe oxfords.

A few moments later she re emerged with two sleek black jackets that slung over her shoulder and a pair of tinted specs in her hands. " You'd need this," she said, tossing a jacket to David and the other to me. " Put 'em on. You'll look every inch like those mid level corporate drones who are always in Zurich meetings.". David chuckled at this, winking at her Zara stylishly. I felt the texture of the jacket, noting instantly the smooth fabric and the nature at which it was tailored to fit yet nondescript enough to draw no attention. I slid it on and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the polished side panel. I could barely recognize myself.

Sensing the leader's presence, he abruptly stood up, staggering slightly. - Bring the skin. The werewolf nodded and sped off down the long corridor. He returned, holding a massive leather jacket in his hands. This is a kind of chain mail with steel plates descending just below the waist. She was sheathed in leather, so she could be worn during the day without attracting attention. The special design allowed this jacket to expand several times, which made it possible to wear it in the form of an animal. Alud immediately threw it over his shoulders, shackled and sewn especially for him, she lay down like a glove. He buttoned his jacket and went out to Yulia. She kissed him tenderly. He squeeze

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.