Tuxedo Kamen Novels & Stories

When the hell did that happen? Regardless, Kamelya is not wrong. With every smile and shift, Oshmin keeps his arm locked around Yildiz, his hand protectively placed against her belly. I think it’s adorable that they’ve matched outfits, with Oshmin wearing a three-piece tuxedo with a deep blue waistcoat, a deep black jacket with distressed gold and a matching bow tie with deep blue pants and glittering gold Oxfords.

KAIDA’S POV Maverick stood before me. All tall and handsome with sharp cheekbones, one resembling that of a super model from a popular fashion house. He looked totally different from a year ago, when we were still in college. The tuxedo suit he was putting on was perfect, like it was tailored specifically for his body and no one else.

I choose a few of the designs that attract my interest and the staff placed them in the fitting room for me. It has been 20 minutes since I stayed in the fitting room trying a different set of tuxedo. Now I'm wearing a black tail tuxedo with cropped in the front and six buttons. It fit my body perfectly. I take a look at the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. I don't really bother about my outfit. I just can't wait for the day to mark her as mine officially.

He leans back a little on the couch still keeping his gaze on me, then a smirk appeared on his face as he gulped down his drink, then stood up and start unbuttoning the tuxedo he wore, he unbuttoned it so slowly as if he was teasing me, And shit he was teasing me… "Maybe we should do less talking then," Damien flick as he opens the last button on his fly to expose his well-proportioned chest muscles. I gasped, shit.

Shouting a low 'come in' and the door open slowly. "Party is starting in five, you two must --" Calix stop talking as he looks at me, his eyes roam from my eyes down ward then back to my eyes, I take this time to check on him, he's wearing a black tuxedo with a long black coat, he's like the man I forgot his name, but I know he's from what they called sailor moon, he's so breathtaking. I turn to look at him to his eyes, his eyes turn black not from anger but for lust.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

A nifty spell of his known as spatial displacement, which enabled him to advent anywhere across the globe as long as it has a beacon. Kyo's particles would reconstruct several meters away from the beam of light. The wind blowing away the cloak he wore revealing his appearance. Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes.

His style was enhanced by Fantofel shoes on his feet. Tukijo stepped out of a Rolls-Royce Sweptail. This car is the fourth most expensive car in the world. Instantly, he became the center of attention for people in the company. He walked with his chest puffed out. His charismatic appearance made the women unable to take their eyes off him. Tukijo continued walking, followed by Cecep and Sugeng behind him. Finally, they arrived at the director's room. "Good morning, Young Master," greeted Marno.

Grant stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he leaned forward. “Are you good?” I held up a hand to show that I needed a moment to catch my breath. “Come on, come on, that was a good warm up. Let's start training.” I gasped. “That was a warm up?!” – DOMINIC “No,” I said plainly as the stylist held up the next tuxedo. She put it away and took the next one out, showing me the design. “This is a classic, Your Majesty. Clean, classy, it sends a good message.”

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.