Turtleneck Outfits For Guys Novels & Stories

Getting ready was a strategic operation. I couldn't wear the t-shirt I had slept in. I needed armor. I chose a thick, cream-colored turtleneck sweater to hide the diamond collar. I couldn't take it off—the clasp was a puzzle I still couldn't solve, and I wasn't about to ask a locksmith to saw it off—but I could hide it. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and a heavy coat. I looked professional. I looked unbothered. I texted Lance before I could talk myself out of it.

Hopefully enough to convince him to stick around after the bowling. I settle on a royal blue turtleneck with a cutout across the bust—subtle, but absolutely showing off the goods. I pair it with high-waisted faux leather pants and matching chunky-heeled ankle boots. I go light on the makeup except for a bold red lip, and I pile my long red hair into a messy bun that looks effortless but actually takes twenty minutes. You know. Classic. I send a selfie to Chris, Fati, and JoJo for final approval.

This diverse crowd includes successful entrepreneurs, influential celebrities, respected politicians, and accomplished professionals from various fields. I knew this kind of party would bring in more reputable investors, and damn, I need them in my bussiness, so I got myself a fashion wear to look as good as possible, even if it means ruining my bank account. I choosed an outfit that exudes sophistication and style. I went for a tailored black tuxedo made from high-quality fabric, ensuring a perfect fit that accentuates my physique. Underneath the tuxedo jacket, I wore a crisp white dress shirt with a classic spread collar. The shirt is neatly tucked into my black trousers, which are expertl

I asked, more than happy to change the subject. He looked downright sinful in his long-sleeved Henley. It clung to every ripple of muscle across his broad chest and arms. The sleeves were currently pushed up to his elbows, showing off the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms. My eyes dipped down to his legs, which were encased in dark wash jeans. There were no rips on these ones, unlike his others. The only thing I recognized from his usual wardrobe were his heavy black combat boots. A funny feeling started in my chest. Jude had made an effort to look nice for me.

I slowly turn around, glaring murderously at the son of a bitch who ruined my life and dared to harm Yildiz. Standing just a few feet away is someone I haven’t seen in thousands of years and frankly never wanted to see again. His liquid silver eyes are staring at me with profound hatred as his 7’9” bulging muscular frame takes a somewhat bored stance. His hair is whiter than the whitest snow and falls down past his shoulders, which is a jarring contrast compared to his dark blonde beard and moustache. He’s wearing a thick, black turtleneck jumper with sleeves that come down past his knuckles, with a black leather jacket over the top of that, along with tight grey leggings with ribbing down t

Because of that outfit, he’s now looking like a CEO. Our eyes met and so I quickly looked away and walked away from him as I could feel shame crawl onto my skin. When I arrived at the living room, I saw Ji-hoon wearing a black turtleneck for the inner layer, a black and brown horizontal striped cardigan for the outer layer, and a pair of brown slacks. “Ji-hoon?” I called his attention since he was just sitting on the sofa while busy on his phone. He looked up at me as he lowered his phone. “You’re early.”

He seemed to understand, acting smooth by running a hand through his hair instead. "I've been watching you for a while now, and I have to say," He clapped once, stepping towards the wall, "This has to be the most beautiful mural I've seen tonight." He's very good looking, I noticed. Tall, lean, with warm brown skin that looked golden under the street light. The way he stared at her, unflinching and the smirk on his lips were bold. But his outfit was what stole my attention. His white turtleneck sweater and light brown macha pants looked too formal for the occasion. And when I peered at the watch, recognizing it as a Rolex, the corner of my lips twitched.

Rowan wore a midnight blue tuxedo with a black bow tie, looking elegant. Ash chose a charcoal grey suit with a lavender shirt and a slim black tie, giving off a modern vibe. Oak stood out in a deep burgundy velvet blazer, black trousers, and no tie, with a silver brooch on his lapel. Maple kept it classic with a black suit, white shirt, and a silver-grey tie. Together, they looked stunning, each showing off their unique style while still looking like a perfectly matched set. Sometimes, I wished that they weren't this good looking. Because how can they be bullies but still be blessed with every good physical feature known to man?

she asked, and he gladly stood up, opening her closet. It took him forever to pick one. Jada already had her jeans on and was busy applying makeup when he called her to show what he got. “Will this do?” “Baby, are you being serious?” she exclaimed. Jada was in disbelief when he showed her a long sleeve turtle neck. He looked at the top he had in hand and back to her. “What? It looks… decent!” Jada rolled her eyes. She stepped into her closet and rummaged thru her tops. She pulled on a midriff long-sleeve blouse, it was turtle neck too and put it on without asking him.

I knew my tan flesh had turned red at the contact. He followed me to the closet, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and flannel. I loved those shirts. They looked so comfy. I pulled on a pair of ripped-up jeans that hugged my curves. I didn't know why I had to wear pants with tears in them, but Helen assured me they looked good. When it got colder, she said to wear ones without the holes. I slipped on a dark blue shirt. It had a scooping neckline that showed off my chest tattoo.