Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at it and then looked at her in nervousness. "It's um... It's my jacket" I said the first thing that came in to my mind. "Um, Em...?" Melissa started and I turned to her after which she crossed her arms against her chest and added, "Men's jacket?" "This is my jacket. And um... there's nothing men or women in jackets, Mel" I scoffed and justified. "Really? Then what's this?" She asked, showing me the tag on the jacket which showed: "Men's jacket - Size L"

I will not allow even this small defiance. I retrieve the jacket from where it lies in a crumpled heap, straightening the fabric and forcing myself into its confines once more. The sleeves are too long, the shoulders too wide, but I know the dimensions will return to normal if I can just hold on long enough, if I can just force my bones to comply with the limitations of this form.

Kyle immediately saw the purpose of the straps and smiled at the salesman. "The lady's upper proportions are generous so a jacket to fit both top and waist will be a challenge. This jacket is adjustable and still offers excellent protection. In typical use I would recommend a smaller size but this one will allow for under layers yet still look fashionable." He took the jacket from the hanger and handed it to Kyle who moved behind Fiona to help her put it on. With a nervous smile she let him slip it on her arms.

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.

As she gracefully walked towards me, I couldn't help but rise to my feet, my eyes fixed on her every movement. As she approached me with a bright smile, she asked, "What do you think of this outfit? I'm planning to wear it to the office.” Taken by surprise I didn't respond to her immediately, still gazing at her beauty and then walked close to her. “I see.” I nodded slowly and replied in a hushed tone. "It's a genuine Hynia vintage jacket from 1982," she said proudly, running her fingers over the intricate stitching and carefully preserved fabric as she showed it off.

Accessories included a winter hat, loosely styled after Russia’s traditional Ushanka, with a matching scarf and mittens. Sebastian looked dashing in Valentino. He wore an army green bomber jacket, an orange silk-wool blended turtleneck sweater, a matching hoody, slate grey wool slacks, and sports shoes. Together, they were an attractive power couple, and the press descended upon them as soon as they spotted them walking hand in hand through Central Park.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him due to the shame I felt, and I quickly tugged at the jacket he had given me to cover my black bra, which was visible beneath my wet shirt. “Can you give me the address of where I can bring your jacket once I have it cleaned? It looks expensive, and I feel bad for keeping it from you,” I said, trying to make amends. The suit jacket was styled with a single-breasted, two-button front and notch lapels. It was made of soft and lightweight tweed, with a satin finish on the inside. Although it was a bit too big for me, I was grateful for the coverage it provided. “Might I be so bold as to see you again instead? You could give it back to me then,” Jace suggest

The air seemed to crackle with tension, each step of Aiden's echoing a reminder of his elevated status. Isabella watched as everything slowed down to her. Aiden's appearance was a striking blend of elegance. He wore a fitted black jacket that clung perfectly to his athletic frame, tailored precisely to magnify his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jacket was sleek and spotless, with deep red linens running along either side, a designing but deliberate touch of color that hinted at a more dangerous allure. The red trim seemed to pulse against the black fabric, a quiet but bold statement that mirrored Aiden's own presence–controlled yet impossible to ignore.