White Suit Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Dawn arrived without ceremony, without pity, creeping pale and grey across the camp like a sickness. The witch was already awake. She looked at me once—my bloodshot eyes, the tremor in my hands, the way my shoulders hunched as though bracing for a blow—and nodded. “White,” she said, pressing the cloth into my hands. “You will stand clean before the river so he has nothing over you again.” My fingers fumbled as I wrapped the cloth around myself, the fabric too light, too bright. ‘A shroud,’ Vethros purred. ‘She dresses you like something meant to be buried.’

Every one of the men was in a sleek three-piece suit, while the girls wore cocktail dresses. With her long hair down, Sakura wore a pale-pink satin and lace sweetheart gown. She was directed to sit in the middle on the antique sofa. Meanwhile, beside her on her left was Sebastian, who looked like some young, arrogant business tycoon sitting there with one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back against the seat.

– Lang penthouse The stylist laid out the tux on the velvet chaise: midnight blue, blood-proof lining, custom-tailored to hide the ceramic blade in the lapel. I slipped the drive into a titanium case, chained it to my wrist with a lock only I could open. The gala was black-tie. It was also a kill box.

His skin was darker tan and he had big onyx eyes filled with mirth. He was also wearing Shouha themed windlet uniform which comprised of light brown shirt for tops with two pockets on the chest. He was also wearing ¾ sized pants in dark brown color which ends were slipped into a pair of dark brown boots. His outfit was the same as Darrion, minus the ¾ sized pants and boots, as Darrion was wearing a pants that’s just slightly past his knees and he kept his lightweight shoes. Mika and Kotori also wore this kind of brown themed outfits, but Mika was wearing shoes with short heels. Their outfits were actually simple except two people, Gilbert and Saburo.

Continuation of Silas's POV: I woke up as the sun started to go down, my instincts to wake opening my eyes. I glanced around my room, expecting someone to be in bed with me, but I was alone. I frowned a little and sat up before I sighed. That's right.... Stormy is dead, and Sylar is in his own room. Those two are the only ones that would really have been in my bed with me. I got up and then walked towards the closet, getting a black t-shirt to change into then put on some blue jeans and my black butler belt before I walked out and left my room, heading for the night room with my cell phone in my hand. At least my cell phone is still here. I won't have to get a new one.... I smirked and put i

With just a little more leverage, she would strip the Whitmore title from the house entirely. When I descended the grand staircase an hour later, the fragile, exhausted wolf from the morning was gone. I had slipped into a form-fitting, tailored black silk suit that accentuated the long lines of my frame, my hair styled perfectly back, and the silver crest of the Whitmore bloodline pinned proudly to my lapel. My black leather boots clicked sharply against the marble, instantly capturing Lucien’s undivided attention. His golden eyes tracked my form, a dark, dangerous hint of territorial jealousy darkening his features as his voice growled through the room. “What is the purpose of that formal d

His deep-set eyes were a striking shade of dark brown, almost black, and they seemed to hold a captivating and intimidating intensity. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that fit him perfectly, Raizen exuded an air of authority and control. The crisp white shirt he wore beneath the suit jacket contrasted sharply with his tanned skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and lean, athletic build. As he moved, the fabric's subtle sheen hinted at the power and precision in every gesture.

Giovanni’s voice said softly but audibly. Alice held her breath as Luca’s door opened and he walked out fixing his cuffs and his collar. Luca dusted the front of his suit and smiled as he looked up at Alice. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a white dress shirt and brown shoes. The buttons on his suit were also white. On the left side of the suit there were white chains dangling on the side. “You look great. I am satisfied that my work looks good on you.” Alice said with glee.

They had carefully chosen their outfits, wanting to capture the essence of elegance and enchantment. Whizz's outfit consisted of a tailored suit in a deep shade of royal blue, accented with a silver tie that added a touch of sophistication. . Liya's gown, on the other hand, was a vision of soft pink, adorned with delicate embroidery and sparkles that caught the light. As they dressed, their movements were deliberate and graceful, as if each article of clothing was part of a ritual that elevated their spirits. Whizz adjusted his tie with a satisfied nod, while Liya carefully fastened the clasp of her necklace, the gems glinting in the soft light.

A scientific and analytical blue Slayer like Sasha. “You’ve seen her,” she said, “haven’t you?” He nodded grimly. “On Star Festival Day, I wore my Type B Wani Academy uniform, which was comfortable and good for gym activities, minus the mask. My honmei choco and formal clothes for the dance were inside a rucksack slung on my shoulders.” Aki was suddenly gripped by a fond memory of Sasha that day in the Imperial Treasure Vault. She smiled at the wild, hysterical thought of him looking like a “ninja turtle”. She fought down the giggles because of Sasha’s currently somber face.