Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

Murray stood amidst the crowd, clad in a sleek, charcoal-black outdoor jacket. If not worn well, such functional attire can appear unflattering, but on him, with his broad, straight shoulders, it looked exceptionally stylish. Among the group, he stood out as the most handsome and dashing, his allure only slightly marred by the cast on his right hand. If not for that, he would have looked even more strikingly noble.

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.

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.