White Suit Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

I go to the message app and started typing. 'She's back. What are you going to do next, Victor? Do you plan to hide in your little office forever?' I read my message one more time before pressing send. I took a deep breath before tidying up my suit. Looking down on my all white tuxedo, paired with a matching black tie, and black pants and shoes to go with it, I nod in satisfaction before exiting my secret room. I spot a petite girl, and the sight of her long, blue hair had me hard at the very spot I stood now.

“I’m going to take a shower right away so you can get dressed me.” Wait? What? Yuichi must have misunderstood. Yuichi ran excitedly like a child to the bathroom. I just sighed with a smile. “I can’t believe this.” I whispered to myself. I went to the walking closet. I checked Yuichi’s clothes first and as expected every one of his clothes was from luxury brands. What else would he do with a lot of money if not spend it? I just picked a simple two suits for Yuichi. White dress shirt and beige suit coat, pants and his black oxford sneakers. The necktie is also beige.

His body was seductive, with his damp hair. If Lucia was here in the room, she would stare, shamelessly and lecherously, at him, not minding anything. Lucia might even have the sudden urge, to touch him. But, that would be going too far. Hugh walked into his walk-in closet, which was mostly filled with white clothes, and accessories. With only a few colored clothes, Hugh took out a white crisp shirt, and black pants, pairing them with white shoes. How obsessed was Hugh, with the color white? Hugh changed into his chosen shirt and pant, he went to stand before a long and wide mirror, in the closet.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

But I guess if Gio was correct about Wesley’s cunning moves, there was no need to wait anymore. "I'll arrange for someone to take you shopping, and I'll meet you later to take you home," Before I could protest, he disappeared into the closet before I could speak. When he emerged, he was dressed in an all-white suit, looking tempting. I always associated white outfits with weddings, but Giovanni wore it with a unique flair. He made the off-white three-piece suit look like a sophisticated everyday attire with a touch of elegance. Despite his stylish appearance, there was a hint of aloofness and sophistication that surrounded him.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps out, his skin tingling with renewed energy. Stepping into his walk-in closet, he slides open the door, revealing a meticulously organized array of suits and attire. With a discerning eye and a clear sense of style, he selects a black button-down shirt and a pristine white blazer. The contrasting colors create a striking combination, exuding a timeless elegance that reflects his taste and confidence. Donning matching white pants, he takes a moment to ensure that every detail is in place, adjusting the fit of the blazer and smoothing out any creases.

Excitement bubbled in my chest, but I refused to show it. She wanted to surprise me. And I was ready to let her. ***** I finished my bath and walked over to where my clothes were neatly placed. Aurora had done a damn good job picking them out. The outfit was something I wouldn’t have chosen for myself, but it suited me perfectly. A deep forest-green tailored suit with intricate silver embroidery along the cuffs and lapels, resembling ancient werewolf sigils. The material was soft yet sturdy, fitting me like a second skin. Underneath the suit jacket, a black silk shirt clung to my body, the top buttons left undone, exposing just a hint of my collarbone.

The waning crescent moon shone behind his silhouette like a glorious background. Then, elegantly, he jumped down and landed on both feet on the ground. Finally, we could see his appearance. Underneath a dark violet hooded cloak, the man was wearing a three-piece white suit paired with white leather shoes. His white necktie highlighted his dark violet polo beneath the vest. To match his color fashion more, he had other dark violet pieces on him like his polycotton gloves, leather belt, and tinted shades. Ghost Hand pushed his hood behind, letting the moon illuminate his face as he flashed a smirk across his lips. With his husky voice, he said, “I didn’t expect to meet a number of guests for t

he questioned like he was proud of himself for catching them leaving my room. I rolled my eyes as I opened the wardrobe and found the suit that Mizuki labeled for today. It was a Ivory double breasted suite with a black bouse. Her instructions said to wear the obvious black heels with it. I just shook my head as I went to lay it all on the bed. He was still staring and cheesing as I walked by him. “I let his wolf Tai spend the night with me.” I told him. He burst out laughing. “You do know they are the same right?” He asked.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!