Unscramble Tuxedo Novels & Stories

This he knew was something Lexus had to add to the garment for it to be proper omegan attire. Before he could say anything, Lex was at his back, lacing it closed with deft expertise. Once fastened, the alpha placed him in front of the full-length mirror before walking away to fetch the primary layer of the tunic, deciding to forgo the sheer second layer that no longer had a faux purpose. Lexus stood silently behind him, waiting and watching with a bloody calculated stare.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards Sophia. She was still fast asleep, her peaceful face a stark contrast to the chaos that had been my day. I walked over to her desk, my eyes fixed on her serene expression. I gently reached out and undid my bow tie, letting it fall to the floor. Then, I slowly began to unbutton my tuxedo jacket, my movements quiet and deliberate. As I slid the jacket off my shoulders, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had been wearing that tuxedo for hours, and it was starting to feel suffocating.

The engine purred to life, and the stereo played soft Afro-soul as they drove off into the golden dusk. Scene – Leo’s Apartment, 6:20 PM Leo examined himself in the mirror, tilting his head like a model trying to choose the best angle. He wore a deep maroon tuxedo with black satin lapels, crisp white shirt underneath, and no tie—just the right amount of rebel. His signature chain hung beneath his collar, glinting faintly. He stepped back, smirking. "Alright, Tessy. Hope you're ready to be stunned." Grabbing the corsage he'd carefully boxed, he headed out.

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 watched Roderick walk through the door — and then he saw what Rod was carrying, and something behind his left eye began to throb. Papers in one hand. And draped over the other arm, with the kind of brazen confidence only something truly hideous could manage: a navy blue velvet tuxedo. Alessandro said nothing for a long moment. He had a gift for silences that made people reconsider their choices in life. "Who," he said at last, his voice low and very controlled, "owns that abomination you're bringing in?" He let his eyes move from the tuxedo to Rod's increasingly nervous face. "It better belong to you.”

she gushed in obvious awe. As for Stephan, his attire was not less hypnotic, his black tuxedo oozing delightful sophistication and elegance. The cloth sparkled against the light, perfectly tailored to follow his every muscle. The darkness of his mask resembled the slim lines of his design, contributing to the element of mystery and fascination.

It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved. When I was done, I reached for the black gift bag sitting on my dresser. Inside was the dress. It was… wow. Black silk, backless, and the kind of simple that whispered trouble, sexy. The fabric slid through my fingers like a secret, and I could already imagine the way it would cling to me. Classic Damien—expensive, deliberate, a little sinful. At the bottom of the bag was a small folded note in his bold handwriting. “No bra. No panties. Trust me.”

Two days later, in the opulent confines of Mace Sinclair's mansion, the billionaire businessman prepared for a crucial public appearance related to his ongoing merger for the energy plant project. The event held significant importance for his business endeavors, and Mace was determined to make a strong impression. Dressed in a lavish, custom-tailored tuxedo that accentuated his imposing presence, Mace was ready to depart for the event. However, one major obstacle stood in his way—his niece, Seraphina.

I told myself and went to the bathroom I decided on a fitted tuxedo that was meticulously crafted to fit my frame. The jacket featured a sleek black satin lapel, that was beautifully against the crisp white dress shirt underneath. The shirt was expertly pressed, with a subtle sheen that added a hint of luxury. I had gotten this set last week but had nowhere to wear it to, it was the trousers that intrigued me, it was tailored to perfection, falling just right on my legs and creating a clean and polished silhouette. Trust black to always go well with me, it was the perfect choice to add liveliness to my demeanor.

The chatter grows, as they run from one corner to another, making sure that their friend's big day is perfect, as perfect as they deserve. As the golden hues of the setting sun kissed the edges of the elegant venue, the groom emerged, a vision of timeless sophistication in his classic black tuxedo. The jacket, impeccably tailored, hugged his frame, its satin lapels catching the ambient light with a subtle sheen. The crisp white shirt beneath formed a canvas for a carefully selected jet-black bow tie, adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble.