White Suit Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Though, he has to say, Sorahiko cleans up well. The suit is simple in design. It is a grey suit, with a black dress shirt, but the highlight of the suit is the grey waistcoat that showcases the cut of Sorahiko’s waist. He looks good. But Miyamura can’t think of the waistcoat without remembering Sorahiko mumbling about poverty making his waist small. It’s hilarious. He’s so sure that if someone called Sorahiko short, he'd blame it on poverty and malnutrition. The omega is so damn funny.

He also happened to be the most mysterious, and like the Elder, hardly anyone in Hati ever sees Riou Takeshi, save for perhaps the Phantoms themselves. He was handsome in a matter of speaking, with his hair falling lightly around his face. And unlike some of the Phantoms, he wore a semi-formal attire which consisted of a white collared shirt with black trousers and a long black coat which reaches down to mid-thigh, and black boots. Riou frowned slightly to himself as he listened to what Yuri had to say. “Not good news,” he stated, and the Elder nodded. “Definitely not good news.”

“No, I’m not.” About an hour later, everything was in place much to Captain Whitlock’s satisfaction. Will’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. Jason, of course, sent along some dazzling extras. A burgundy pocket square, a vintage tie pin, some of Gucci’s aged metal rings, a watch, and a snake belt buckle completed the look. After showering, shaving, and slicking his hair back, Will donned his armor. He took a look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a powerful villain in a superhero movie.

They looked young, vibrant, and terrifyingly real. Marcus Steele and Chen Wei. They were dressed in simple, timeless robes of woven light. Marcus wore the amber of the Wolf, and my father wore the sapphire of the Ghost. They were smiling, but it wasn't the smile of parents greeting their children; it was the smile of engineers seeing their prototype finally work.

"You make too much mess some days." "I'm talking about Jace." Getting up, he flicked my forehead with the back of his hand. "I didn't know you were cheating on me. Shouldn't I punish you?" "Go away!" I pushed away. "Let me mourn. Do you've white clothes? Shadow hunters wear white on death." "We also wear white," He deadpanned. "And are you insinuating to wear my clothes?"

So harmonious and fluid. Scrunching my brows, I grumbled, "Don't patronize me. I'm not the coward hiding in the dark here." He made a tsking noise, his footsteps clanking as if the floor underneath was made of glass. When his face came into view my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. He looked, dare I say it, like the most attractive man alive. Coming from me, another guy, that meant something. He was clad in all white –white suit, white button-down shirt, white tie, white shoes –it was almost blinding when the light I had created bounced off him. In his hand was a black staff with a snakes head. The snake looked startlingly familiar to the tattoo on my arm.

“Hey! Zi! Sto- hahahaha -op hahahaha! I’m warning yo- hahahaha. Pleassseee hahahaha. Okaayyy hahahaha okay! Okay! Hahahaha” “That’s not fair! You know that’s my weakness,” Gray said, pissed, but she eventually sat up. “Okay, I’m up. What do you want from me, you little-old-human?” Zia smiled from ear to ear while she grabbed Gray's pajama. *** “Seriously? You want me to dress like this?No! No no no. Definitely no!” For the first time ever, Gray was wearing a gown. It has puffy pink sleeves with white ruffled edges, and it’s bottom was white, with more ruffled edges.

Other than Cassius, he’s the most captivating guy I have ever laid eyes on. He stands tall, commanding attention with his imposing presence. His black tuxedo emphasizes his muscular physique, hinting at his immense physical strength and athleticism. The smooth fabric of his tuxedo adds to his undeniable charm. He opts for a timeless combination of a black tuxedo and a crisp white dress shirt, creating a striking contrast. This contrast brings out his flawless tan and highlights the captivating shade of his mesmerizing grayish-blue eyes and has my heart pounding in my chest. No one has ever made me feel this way but Cassius and I'm having a hard time figuring out what's going on.

I asked, my smile fading. “You agreed to join us, and now it is time.” I hesitated, today I'll finally solve this mystery of “joining us.” His gaze flickered to my attire. “Change into a white suit.” White. Always white with the Everharts. Purity or control, sometimes, it was hard to tell the difference.

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.