Novel & Cerita Voltron Keith Jacket

They stared blankly in shock at the heat patches that were still on Keith's body and all over the floor. "My gosh! Why are there so many heat patches? What is Keith up to?" "What else? It's to maintain his lie of being the Holy Son of Frost. I've been wondering how on earth he does not feel cold in temperatures less than 50°F. It turns out he had all these heat packs on." "Tut-tut! I've seen his live stream before. Holy Son of Frost? Special constitution? What a poser!" With his lie exposed, Keith covered his face and tried to run.

Instead, he simply replied, “Well, my suit is torn, so could you help me stitch it back up?” Taking his suit off, he then showed her the rather large tear in his white shirt’s armhole. It was also then when Xavia noticed the scratch on his arm. This prompted the worried woman to say, “You got hurt…?” “It’s no big deal. Essentially, my shirt caught on a nail while I was moving about at the construction site. Again, I wouldn’t worry about the wound, but this shirt… was custom-made by my mother for my birthday…” replied Keith.

His behaviour toward the guards and the servants became colder as he believed one of them could be working under the queen's orders. The servants decorated the main hall, and the royal court members started to arrive in their fanciest dresses and tuxedos. Alec spotted Keith walk inside the hall, following the other new guards. Thankfully, he was still wearing his mask. It was strange to see him in the royal guard's uniform. In another scenario, he would have been happy for him as it was his dream since they were children. But the situation was different now, seeing him with those clothes sent goosebumps all over his body as he feared something would happen to him if someone ever caught him.

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.

“When does he wear costumes? To parties and stuff?” Hollenbech laughed. “That would make him only mildly weird. No, Keith does it whenever the mood comes over him. When he goes out at night, here at work, anytime. When you get together with Keith, you never know who you’re going to get. Zorro’s his current favorite. Came to work that way twice last week, and again on Tuesday. Cape, mask, fake mustache—even a sword. He rented Don Juan DeMarco a few weeks back and fell in love with it. Ever seen it?”

Everybody was treating him like a volcano, which could erupt at any time. “Not enough. Buy more.” Kieth sharply responded. “Yes Sir.” The assistant ran as fast as if he was being chased by dogs. Keith smirked at the assistant’s act. He picked up his coat and drove straight to his house. He went to the underground training center. He fought with his bodyguards. He hit viciously. He got hit but he never winced or stopped. Even when blood seeped through his knuckles he never stopped. His agitation was increasing. No amount of pain could give him any relief. In his mind, Amelia’s sweet smile lingered like a fragrance.

Paul's trust as soon as possible. “I need to figure out a way to save myself from trouble. But... What about Martina?” These thoughts disturbed Keith all night. This dilemma made him stressed. The next morning, Keith was getting ready to go to work. He kept his hand on his pocket and realized he had something in it. He reached inside the pocket and took out the valet of the old woman which he stole last night. He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it.

“Yes, Miss Veronika.” The moment she spoke Veronika’s name, Keith’s expression shifted completely. He pushed her away and growled, “Initially, I had planned on forgiving you if your husband begged me, but now, I swear I am going to destroy your pack.” “Keith!” I called out, grabbing his hand again, “Please don’t overreact.” “Don’t stop him, Melinda,” Kain said, running over to us. His eyes lit up as he rubbed his palms together. “This is the first opportunity Keith has gotten to show off his power in front of you.”

Without him telling us to, we followed him inside and settled down in chairs around a table. The elder started without preamble. "Keith, why have you come back to the Antarti pack?" Keith answered him almost immediately. "My twenty years exile ended today and I have come to take back what is rightfully mine; the seat of the Alpha of Antarti pack," he said confidently. "Are you aware that your father was poisoned today?" the senior elder asked.

"I don't know what's going on around here, but I am not willing to give up my formal attire to get dirty! This suit is really expensive, you know!?" He squinted his eyes as he drew closer to the person who had managed to kick the target he was chasing earlier, then snorted in annoyance when he found that the person who had kicked his target just now was none other than Derek Skylar. "You again, eh? So disappointing …," Keith patted his clothes, then took out a taser, which he had been carrying recently as an additional weapon besides his favourite revolver, and electrocuted the strange man until he lost consciousness completely. "I think one of my men happened to cross this place and help me