White Suit Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

I scoffed, walking away, letting the weak bastard sink to the ground, holding his throat. “You look beautiful.” Mayu grinned as I stepped out the front door. She was similarly dressed but in a pale blue kimono. Hachiro was leaning against his car in a black suit. Apparently, he opted for western clothes instead of traditional clothes like us. But he looked good nonetheless. “As do you. I take it you’re driving Hachiro.” I commented.

Must be nice to have money. I reached then pressed the bell and waited. Jax opened the door suddenly and I felt my breath catch in my chest. I swallowed as I stared at the man. He looked good. His shirt was buttoned fully so I could see his chest, he had tucked it into a pair of casual pants and his hair was slightly wet. He had probably just gotten out of the shower. I thanked whatever spirit guide had told me to dress the way I did. I didn’t feel like some kind of clown now. I was glad I had taken the decision not to wear any makeup. With how casual he looked now, he would have gotten the wrong impression.

Chapter 3 The penthouse was bathed in the amber glow of a dozen recessed lights, the city skyline shimmering like a field of fallen diamonds beyond the glass. Silas stood before the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks of his tuxedo. The fabric was a midnight blue, almost black, fitting his broad shoulders with surgical precision.

Some conversations require isolation. The woman is waiting in the center of the warehouse. She's smaller than Alessandra expected, and younger. Maybe thirty. Black jeans, dark jacket, a gun visible at her hip like a piece of jewelry or a promise. Her dark hair is pulled back, and her eyes -- when Alessandra gets close enough to see them -- are the color of storm clouds.

My smile faded instantly. Standing right behind the sleek frame of a custom sports car was Gray. He was completely dressed up in his grand, custom-made prince outfit…a midnight-black tailored suit with silver wolf-head emblems stitched into the lapels, his broad shoulders throwing a long, intimidating shadow across the stone pavement. His dark eyes rose, locking straight onto my face.

Zaikai I was dressed in a black suit and white shirt, waistcoat, tie the works. My black shoes had been polished to the point I could see my reflection in them. I had styled my brown curls, so they were defined rather than wavy on top. Xael was with me dressed in a navy suit and grey shirt looking very sharp. ‘The day is finally here, you ready?’ he asks straightening my tie, I look at him for a moment was I ready I sure hope so, plus I had people around me for advice.

Shizu's mind try to reason with him when the sound of car horn brought Shizu back to reality. He look at the person and asked, "How can I help you?" The guy pull down his sunglasses and his grey eyes look at Shizu. He is wearing a white tshirt on which he has covered himself with a green blazer which perfectly suited his white skin complexion. He had a piercing in his left ear. Looking at him Shizu instantly came to a conclusion that the guy is either mix breed or a foreigner.

The sharp click of Bentley’s polished shoes on the marble floors resounded through the towering halls of SGH, each step a deliberate assertion of authority. Dressed in a perfectly tailored midnight-black suit, his silhouette exuded power and authority. The crisp white shirt beneath his jacket was buttoned up neatly, and a silk burgundy tie added a bold, deliberate contrast. His dark hair, swept back with precision, and his sharp jawline made heads turn as he strode through the lobby, exuding an air of calculated confidence.

and the night hasn't even started yet. Humph!, Humanity... Zee's words returned to me minutes later, she said, “He is dressed in a velvet suit with a silver brooch hanging down two string of chain, one longer than the other on his suit's jacket. Then a satin black shirt with red chinese dragon embroideries on each side of his chest”. My eyes started to wander around.

she explained and the three listened to her. "He's wearing all white which was an odd distinction," she muttered and her father suddenly spoke. "It's to soak his clothes with the blood of his enemies. Something a psychopath would enjoy seeing. The pure white symbolizes the innocence of the world and is tainted by the blood of those who he killed. It's his signature, I've already dealt with him in the past. He's cunning and deceitful," he explained. "And Eros saved you after the footage that was broadcasted?" Elaine suddenly asked and Keisha thought for a moment.