X Men Suit Novels & Stories

There was an hour left before the wedding. I sat before the vanity mirror, staring at photos from Hannah Hawkes' ex, Lucas Tate, on my phone. In them, he wore my custom-tailored suit and smiled as he held her by the waist. Hannah looked up at him with eyes full of affection. His text followed. "She said I look better in this than you do. "If you want your wedding to go smoothly, beg me." I locked the screen and looked up at the makeup artist. "About the custom-tailored suit I couldn't wear at the last minute, is it true that there was just a tailoring error?"

Inside the man's mouth with a light smile, he wore a casual suit, posture lazy and not lose elegance, handsome eyebrows, temperament flow, any woman will see for the unforgettable. Mu Zi's mind, however, only popped out of the four words of the clothing beast ......

I'd barely had time to process the atmosphere when my gaze landed on the triplets—Damon, Axel, and Zane—each an epitome of masculine elegance, clad in finely tailored suits that seemed to mirror their distinct personalities. Damon was in a sleek obsidian black suit that contrasted sharply with his fair complexion, giving him a dark, mysterious allure. Axel wore a sapphire blue, a vivid color that resonated with his dynamic charisma. Zane, the rebellious one, stood in a smoky gray suit that perfectly complemented his fiery eyes. The suits were identical in cut and design, underscoring their unity, yet the differing hues made each stand out in their unique way. The world seemed to still as our

The doors slide open. Marcus Chen fills the doorframe with his presence. His suit - black, impeccably tailored - hugs broad shoulders that taper to a narrow waist. The white shirt beneath glows against his skin, and the blue tie draws my eye down his torso. His face is all angles and intensity, sharp cheekbones and sharper eyes that widen slightly when they land on me.

SHANICE It’s only after I’ve entered the car that it dawns on me what I just agreed to--getting fucked by two men. And these aren’t even regular sized men. They fill out the seats opposite mine, big and menacing with an air of danger surrounding them. They’re both wearing three piece suits that look like they cost more than my rent for at least three years, a mix of colognes emanating from them. They’re stinking rich, that’s for sure.

Then, I knew their visit would be inevitable and if proper measures were not taken, that visit would become a stay over. "War suits have been provided from each of you. Mistwood pack has more access to technology than any other pack did and these were made by Mistwood pack royal tailors. They would provide comfort during the fight." I finally got out of my head and returned to reality. "Everything's settled then." I stated, moving closer to pick up my own suit. "You should rest for the night or practice if you have to but do not be carried away, the enemy could be near. n

He walked into his walk-in closet, filled with rows and rows of designer suits, each one more luxurious and expensive than the last. As he stood in front of the mirror, Nicolas carefully examined each suit, considering the message he wanted to convey. Should he go for the classic navy blue with a hint of pinstripe, or perhaps the sleek charcoal gray that exuded confidence? After much contemplation, he settled on a dark, tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and gave him an air of authority.

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

I said. "What about the suits? We should try them out with the suits," he said. I started rolling my eyes then remembered who I was dealing with and hopped. "We're not getting suits," I said politely. Just a shirt and trousers is fine." He glared at me. "I always wear suits," he said. "Well you're not..." I lowered my voice and whispered, "Alpha Nikolai..." I resumed my normal volume, "right now. You're Austin Wireman and this is what he would wear."