Unscramble Tuxedo Novels & Stories

Xyla spoke up, glancing at the display of tuxedos in front of them. She then picked a midnight blue tuxedo. “Change into this one. I think it suits you,” she told Leon while handing the suit to him.

ARES’ POV The moment had finally arrived. Standing before the grand, full-length mirror in my suite, I adjusted the collar of my ceremonial regalia, the sharp gold accents catching the morning light. My reflection stared back at me—stoic, unreadable. Every detail of the outfit was tailored to perfection: the fitted black suit lined with crescent silver embroidery, the heavy alpha medallion resting against my chest, and the sleek crown of authority nestled over my dark, neatly combed hair.

My palms begin to sweat. The sound of cutlery on wine glass captures everyone’s attention and the man of the hour steps up to give his welcome address. I hadn’t seen him after he left my room but I must say, he looks very dashing in his tux. He is donned in a classic black tuxedo , designed with tiny beads to create a beautiful pattern. Due to the colour, it’s hard to decipher the beads but for us women, we can sight even the most minute detail from a mile away. It’s a risky choice but he pulls it off perfectly. His wild mane has been gelled neatly and parted at the side.

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.

Then—he stepped out. Dontrell. The night framed him in shadow and decadence. A black tuxedo, custom-fitted to his broad frame, the fabric rich and dangerously expensive. Under the night lights, the material gleamed subtly, an understated flex of power. His shirt was open at the collar, exposing a glimpse of ink from his chest to his throat. A gold timepiece sat heavy on his wrist, gleaming under the moonlight. Alongside cufflinks that likely cost more than most made in a year.

she murmured sarcastically. Cade stood up and took off what was left of his tuxedo before rolling up his sleeves and taking off his tie. “What are you doing?” she asked narrowly opening his eyes. “Undressing,” he said naughtily like there was nothing more to it. She looked at him and was proud that she had chosen his tuxedo for the wedding, he looked hot in them and she was sure all the blogs would have something to say about the clothes. She hoped that the designer was grateful to her for her help.

𝐷𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑖'𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 The penthouse was quiet, the city lights stretching far beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dimitri stood at his open wardrobe, pulling out a Tom Ford tuxedo in jet black. The fabric was smooth beneath his hand, the cut tailored to precision. From a drawer, he retrieved a silk tie and set it aside, everything laid out with military order.

said Ningsih. "Alright Miss." Tukijo took off his uniform and pinned the shirt on his left armpit, then tied the shoelaces to his right wrist in an easy-to-remove knot. He ran up to the fat Tedy, then he jumped with the swing of his shoe. Whuuuuuuuuush!

"I just didn’t like the way she was talking to you." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as though holding back a grin. "Uh-huh. Sure." I groaned inwardly, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. "Let’s just find these tuxedos and be done with it, alright?" --- After what felt like hours, we finally made our way to the checkout counter. Alexander had decided on two different tuxedos—one classic black, and one more modern, dark navy blue—and three dress shirts to go with them. The store employees packed everything neatly into high-end garment bags, and Alexander turned to me.

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.