White Suit Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

(Marlo) As I got off from my Airship, as always, Holgun and the entire welcoming staff were already lined up perfectly to greet me. At this point I don’t even want to say anything to rebuke their efforts in welcoming me, I just accept them all. Holgun, naturally were at the head of the pack on the right side, and then the Old Marlo, on the left side, fully dressed in his new official, office suit. It just a simple Navy blue office suit with white button shirt inside and a black necktie to finish it off. On earth, this outfit kinda a bit lack luster, but in Aeternum here in Fantasma, this suit is expensive and also, it was only issued by the government and thus, only an official Aeternum gove

Her white lab coat is a dull gray, with strange red spots on it. "I've perfected Zomb. And I'm so eager for you to meet Asio."

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

“They’re watching. Everyone’s watching.” He wore a white suit—or at least, it looked like a suit, if you counted out the fact that he had a sash around his waist like a girder, and like an avant-garde version of what a kimono would have looked like if Tristan styled it. His grin was infectious. “I don’t care. My eyes are only for you. Right now… always.” I squirmed in my seat and hid my face down below, wondering just how much color I needed on my face before I was fit to be hung in the street for red light.

Now… It felt like a tomb. He looked different now. Gone were the suits, the silk ties, the polished cufflinks. Instead, Ryuji sat in shiro-muku—a white mourning kimono. A traditional sign of grief. It was pristine, perfectly folded around him, but something about wearing it made him look younger. Smaller. Like grief had carved out pieces of him and left only the shell behind. “I can’t believe he’s gone,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse as he sipped his tea. His hands didn’t shake—Ryuji was too disciplined for that—but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.

Itachi complimented them. "We bought it last Christmas" Itsumi replied. Both girls wore a shorthand fled gown stopping midway down their thighs, a purse to match their outfit and matching black shoes. While Itsumi's gown was green in colour with her purse, Sakiko wore a sapphire blue gown with a blue purse to go. Their hair was let down, Itsumi's had hers near her breast while Sakiko's flowed behind her below her butt. The pair were a sight to behold. Sasuke walks to meet Sakiko, "You look lovely as always" he winked at her.

Mo Zihan knew very well what she would like and she felt her mood improving immediately. She wondered if Mo Yuhan would remember her birthday since it has been over thirteen years that she had once mentioned it to him. ... A luxurious black Rolls-Royce ghost pulled off in front of Ash Corporation. Li Han opened the door and Mo Yuhan stepped out of the car. His one hand was elegantly tucked in his pocket as he took unhurried steps. The man was wearing an all-white suit by Giorgio Armani. The suit had a fluid drape and soft shoulder line and an elegant V-shape silhouette.

There were no guards in the hallway, of course, for the privacy reasons of the family. I thought he left yesterday. What the hell was he doing there? Maintaining our eye-contact, we stepped closer to one another. Finally, we stopped at a hand’s distance from each other. I smiled, “greeting alpha Hikari.” He peered at me with an unruffled face. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with a white belt and shoes. A white kimono coat with wind patterns on the back and on its long sleeves fluttered around him while he strutted.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

Out of the car stepped Grey. He wasn’t the reckless troublemaker he used to be. He wasn’t the expelled student people whispered about. He was wearing a tailored black suit that clung to his body like it was stitched directly onto him. His shoes were polished, his hair slicked back, his jaw set. His eyes carried death in them. The room went silent as realization rippled like cold water. And behind him...appeared a man. Silent steps. Regal posture. White hair tied back. Wrinkled skin, yes...but every wrinkle carried power like ancient carved runes. His eyes...pure white...pupil-less. Unreadable eyes.