Tech Jacket นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Empty. My hands fly to my chest. My shirt is thin. Just a cotton tank top under the flannel shirt I threw on when I woke up. I’m cold. "Where's your jacket?" Drakon asks, looking at my shivering arms. "I..." I think back. The ranch house. The living room. I took it off when Silas arrived. It was hot by the fire. I draped it over the back of the leather armchair. The leather jacket. The one Zara gave me. The one with the wolf painted on the back.

Then, I rounded the corner and froze. A pack of Silverback fighters stood near the great hall. They were thick-necked and broad, wearing dark leather that smelled like old sweat and iron. They were huddled around Jarek, their deep voices bouncing off the walls. My heart did a painful thud when I saw him. Jarek had ditched his tactical gear for black slacks and a sweater that hugged every cord of muscle in his chest. The V-neck was deep, showing off the hard lines of his throat.

"Try this on over it, Feisty. It's got inner pockets. Perfect for hiding small knives... or whatever magic tricks you're hiding in thin air." ​"Thanks, Daniel," I murmured, sliding my arms into the jacket. The fit was perfect. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, turning to check my alignment and the mobility of my shoulders. The muscle memory of my combat training skill was definitely in approval. This was an outfit I could fight in. ​"Keep the jacket," Lucien ordered suddenly, his voice lower and rougher than before. He stood up from the couch, his towering frame instantly closing the distance between us until he was standing right behind me, his reflection looming over mine in th

On the screen directly in front of me, Camera 4 captured the armory in sharp, merciless high-definition. ​And there he was. ​Jaxson stood in the center of the concrete room, his silhouette sharp against the stark halogen lights. He pulled a heavy Kevlar vest over his head, the thick tactical fabric settling over his chest with a dull, heavy thud that I could practically hear through the silence of the monitor room. Next came the reinforced leather vest worn at the seams, scratched from past violence, a piece of gear that carried the memory of every near-death experience he had ever survived.

The waistline is high, the knees are reinforced, and they are quite tight. He must have ridden his bike over. As if to confirm that thought I spy his jacket on the back of his chair. It's a black and red leather design with Kevlar armour stitched inside. The colour prompts me to remember the Yamaha parked out front. Could that be his? If it is, I hope he offers me a ride some time.

Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat Equipment Level: 10 Equipment Type: Prototype (Unranked) Equipment Description: This coat is a prototype made by Tailor Sam during his youth that doesn't grant its wearer any defensive stats. Instead, the wearer will be able to use the skill , allowing for him or her to blend into their surroundings.

Mischa had been parading him to her friends from the moment he arrived. Coming out of his dad's Mercedes in his dark blue knee length jacket over his casual oversized white sweater and dance pants. His hair tied sleeked back on the top, his long earring in one ear and his dimples on either side of his cheeks were his best accessories.

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

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

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.