Villain Suits Novels & Stories

There's nothing that could stop a woman who sets her mind to vengeance, and if the woman's name was Anthea Morin, then all hell would break loose. ------------------------- ---------------- In a spacious, lavishly appointed office, the room's extravagance was only surpassed by the man who occupied it. Tall with chiselled features and an aura of undeniable charisma, he exuded an air of unattainable allure. His flawlessly tailored navy blue suit, undoubtedly of the highest quality, hugged his frame with precision. The suit jacket casually left hanging on the back of a leather chair revealed a crisp, perfectly fitted white dress shirt beneath.

Victor asked. "All in place. Money, weapons, personnel—we're ready." Victor rose from his seat, straightening the cuffs of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit. The fabric whispered of wealth and power as he moved. His dark hair was longer now, swept back from his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He looked every bit the dangerous man he had become. "Then it's time we showed Xavier what happens when you leave your enemy alive," Victor said, his voice cold with promise.

“Not intimidated.” Vivian nodded. “That’s very you considering you’re marrying a wealthy and powerful Alpha.” As the consultant brought over accessories, Vivian suddenly laughed. “Oh! Uno.” I smiled instantly. “What about him?” “What’s he wearing?” she asked. “If he’s not the cutest thing there, I will riot.” “He’s wearing something comfortable,” I said. “but not stiff suits. He hates them.” “Mini vest,” she insisted. “It should have soft fabric and of course tiny shoes.”

Too quiet in here he said. Yeah I said. Wanna talk? Yeah. *12:00 AM* What are you gonna wear he asked. First thing. The blue one I said. Ms. Hart picked it. "Trustworthy. Calm. Not flashy." You? The gray suit she said. "Professional. Not like his son. Not like a criminal." We both laughed. Quiet. Do you think he’ll look at us Nico asked. Victor? Yeah. Probably I said. Let him. We’re not looking back.

Damian asked, indicating him and Tracy. “I want you two to double down. Get everyone you can to this press conference.” “On it,” they said unison. “Look at you,” Captain Whitlock marveled. “You aren’t that little punk ass kid anymore, huh?” “No, I’m not.” About an hour later, everything was in place much to Captain Whitlock’s satisfaction. Lucien’s suit had been delivered and he was upstairs changing. It was a peak-lapel three-piece suit from Gucci with a subtle diamond print and a shirt and tie in two different types of vertical stripes. A crisp, white shirt completed the look. Steve, of course, sent along some dazzling extras. A burgundy pocket square, a vintage tie pin, some of Gucci’s ag

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

I wore a black white tuxedo shirt and a red tie that was barely visible due to the black suit that covered the shirt and some part of the tie, leaving the usual V shaped opening. There was a story behind that dressing. Well, somewhere inside my heart was a white tuxedo shirt. It was once very visible until I used a black suit to cover it up. To lock my heart from any penetration. And if you force yourself to get into my heart, red blood had to be shed. Well, I attended the best college in the pack until I stopped myself. I felt there was no point. "Alpha Damien, you're up." One young voice called from behind. I looked back at him and nodded. He wore the same cloth I wore, which was surprisin

Jude POV I held the hat out to her, and she took it with a sweet smile. “Quick reflexes are required to survive if you have as many enemies as I do. But I don’t know why I caught this thing. It’s ugly.” Isadora had once again chosen an outfit I decidedly hadn’t chosen for her. Cowboy boots, black shorts with suspenders, a bright pink sweater, and an oversized coat would have fit me as well. It was a fashion nightmare.

she heard him say as he was sitting at the opposite side of the room with a blindfold on his eyes " Wilson is not your swarthy nanny boy who will go frolicking around with a bunch of goody two shoes , if you wanna hang around next to him . I say you do what I ask you of or else you will be in much more danger " Chelsea opened her mouth to respond but the maid tightened her corset even more and Chelsea could only groggle like a bird being strangled . The maid smiled apologetically but didn't stop at all instead she hurriedly moved on to dress Chelsea up in a white blue ombre three piece suit , it took quite some time as The maid decided to use the tie as a short white cravat and straightened

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .