Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

She dresses herself too. I notice it as she shrugs into her jacket—black leather, tailored sharp at the shoulders, cropped just enough to show intent. Underneath, a deep charcoal top that clings without restricting movement. Her pants are fitted, reinforced at the seams, boots solid and heeled just enough to hurt if she kicks someone. Functional. Deadly. Deliberate. She catches me looking. “What?” she asks. I tilt my head. “Didn’t expect the mafia princess to dress like she’s ready to brawl.”

Three skirts which were neither that tight nor that loose. And I also bought a leathery jacket on Alex's request. According to him, all my outfits will look great with a leathery jacket on top. He just wants to make me dress like a badass like him, I think but I couldn't care less, I am enjoying myself and some little badass styles won't do that big of a harm.

“You do realize this is ice cream, right? Not a wedding proposal. You’re not going to magically transform into ‘Dad of the Year’ because you picked the right jacket.” “It’s not about the jacket,” I muttered, grabbing another one from the rack. This one was a soft navy, clean-cut, not too flashy. I held it against me, tilting my head. “It’s about what it represents. How I carry myself, how I look next to them. This—” I gestured to my reflection, “—is part of that.” Henry groaned. “And here I thought women were the ones who took ages to get ready.”

Jax is already standing, grabbing his signature, weather-beaten brown leather jacket from the coat-hook, and slinging it over his broad shoulders. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time we make a house call.”

North’s POV I straightened my jacket, smoothing down the fabric. Calvin Klein. East and Winter had already tried to claim it the moment they saw it, arguing over who would wear it next like it already belonged to them. It was one of the many things Jeremy had gotten for me. Part of the image. Part of the role. Dark fitted jeans, a clean white tan top underneath, the jacket sitting perfectly on my shoulders. My hair was done, not too much, just enough to look effortless.

"I wasn't sure which brand you prefer, and I'm not very familiar with these things, so I just bought the one the shop assistant recommended." Jane squeezed the small bag in her hand, feeling a warm current run through her heart. "Thank you. This will be fine." "Good, the restroom is just to the left. Hurry up and go, I'll wait for you here." The men's jacket, which Jane was now wearing, was large and covered the stained area on her pants. It smelled different from Tom's clothes. Tom's clothes always had a delicate cologne fragrance, but this jacket had a clean minty scent, with a faint hint of sunshine.

The owner, a woman with silver hair and plenty of piercings, greeted Maddox like an old friend. “Maddox Cruz,” she said warmly. “It’s been too long. Who’s your friend?” “This is Alina,” Maddox said. “She needs something that says ‘don’t mess with me’ but also ‘I can join the fun at parties.’” “So a jacket with a personality crisis,” the owner joked. “My specialty.” She pulled out several options, and I tried them on while Maddox watched with that focused attention that made me hyperaware of every movement. Finally, I found one—black leather, perfectly fitted, with silver accents that sparkled as I moved.

’ I pointed at the off-white suit jacket. ‘This outfit is for anyone with a busy schedule. You can meet with a client—this oversized jacket offers the etiquette. Yet, beneath it, the royal blue long jumper gives the cheerfulness of casual elegance. The little extra to make an ordinary day of work feels special.’ Annie snorted a derisive chuckle.

Not even get bored of it. "Are you staring at my ass?" Jayla asked, feeling the stare. "Yeah, I bet they are firm and soft." He smirked, using his triceps to support his body on the bed. "Why are you so bold?" She said picking a long-sleeved white shirt, a mini black skirt and lastly a black jacket crop to associate with her outfit. "Because I'm not Max if I'm not bold and straightforward." He said picking a cigarette out of his pocket.

A sea of expectant faces turned to witness my radiant entrance, anticipation flickering in their eyes. When my gaze met Damien's, standing tall and confident at the altar, my heart skipped a beat. His suit, carefully chosen in hues of deep blue and vibrant yellow, perfectly complemented our color scheme. The jacket, made from luxurious silk, reflected the warmth and sincerity that he radiated with ease. The intricate stitching and carefully chosen accessories completed the ensemble, a true embodiment of his own subtle charm and impeccable taste.