X Men Suit Novels & Stories

Everything else happen to like it was in a movie. Melissa heard the door burst open as four men in a Black suit walked in, they grabbed Michael away from Melissa and waited for the last person, who seems to be hiding his face from her. The four men look huge, their visible skin was covered with tattoos from their wrist to neck. The black suits looked like it was too tight and was strangling them. But still, they looked void, not peaceful, not angry, no emotions at all as they stood at their various spots.

My dick is as hard as a rock and ready for action. Chuckling, Hunter releases an exasperated breath and slumps back in his seat. “What the fuck, man? I can’t win with you and Priest. It’s like I’m invisible when you two are around. Fucking pretty boys.” I smirk and take a sip of my coffee before I settle it back in my own seat. “It’s the suit, kid,” I murmur with a wave at my black double-breasted Armani suit. “Women love a man who is well dressed. I should know.”

*** “Why do I suddenly feel colder here!" Migo exclaimed while looking around and rubbing his shoulder. “Wow. Oh!” Everyone in the hall exclaimed! Holding their breaths, as the male gods are about to enter. One by one, they posed at the booth, like models walking on a runway fashion show. Migo is wearing a Velvet-tailored fit maroon Burgundy 3 piece Suit. A hot playboy image. Kian is wearing a 3 piece Gray Suit Tuxedo, perfect for a handsome heartthrob look.

Xasha said with a bright smile which made Xeik blush. "If he doesn't, then he can't be a Von Creig man," Saxon's playful voice traveled over. He stepped into the room behind Xeik looking just as dapper in his red suit. Xasha liked his suit less as it had gold chains hanging from it, it seemed a bit too over the top. "Old man, seeing you like this, warms my heart. Look how carefree you look, all the wrinkles have gone from your forehead, you look no older than 50."

It feels like we’re a real family as we walk into the store. “Mr. Vittorio. Back so soon?” A middle-aged man asks. “I hope everything is right with the suits we made for you.” “I’m here for a suit for my son,” Xander says. He picks Vincent up and walks closer to the store attendant. “We need the suit for tonight.” “I’m sure we can find something for the little master.” He gestures to a row where there are children’s sizes. “This way, sir.” I glance around at all the expensive clothes, then look at the immaculate suit Xander is wearing.

“Aiden?” I looked to my left and was taken aback by the sight of a group of men. Just like Aiden, they had all chosen to adorn themselves with suits; however, each suit was distinct in its own way—some shades darker while some more vibrant than others. As I studied their faces, I noticed that the uniformity in their clothing extended well beyond just color. They all seemed to have similar mannerisms and gestures that mirrored one another's.

Xy nodded, mentally calculating how many people would be in the meeting. He was going to reveal the newest line of accessories for large breed dogs. There was something about the lightheartedness of his clients that made him refuse to completely by in to corporate America. Most men in his position would wear a suit to the office every day, but Xyrus referred jeans and a white button-down shirt.

"Felix, come on! Okay, if you don’t feel good about it.; you can pay me for something else. Maybe a da—hang out later. But I’m not taking your cash." "Fine." I chuckle before finally leaving the living room. I tried the suit, only for it not to fit. When I come out of my room in my single-breasted suit and the one she brought me still in its cover in my right hand, Sasha frowns. I do want to wear it too. I’ve never worn a three-piece suit before and I especially liked the design, but it’s too tight around my abdomen and I fear I won’t be able to breathe in it for more than a few minutes.

Kenna The man drives me insane, just being close to him is both irritating the holy crap out of me and making me have shivers up and down my spine. Xander is ridiculously handsome with his strong jaw, just enough stubble to be considered high level sexy but not unkempt. His broad shoulders fill out his navy suit jacket well, his long, muscular legs in his tight suit pants. He screams elegance, he screams masculine, he screams fucking crazy HOT. I have to watch myself so that I am not panting in front of him.

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.