X Men Suit Novels & Stories

The men all looked like conglomerate bodyguards in black suits and maroon ties. "Damn it! How dare you crash into our car!" snapped the man with the wispy mustache, the lead man in the black suit. "Where are your eyes, huh?"

Marcus stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar for the third time. The suit he had chosen was expensive. It was black with thin silver pinstripes that caught the light just right. His shirt was pure white, and he had paired it with a silk tie that probably cost more than most people made in a month. There was satisfaction that lingered on his face when he stared down. It was obvious he knew he looked good, especially since he had spent a fortune on the suit.

Calm the fuck down. I opened the door and met Xander’s gaze. In his hand was a deep red rose. He was in a pink suit, specifically a salmon pink suit. Inside it, was a black blue turtle neck and to his feet was a pair of black-blue dress shoes. His hair was slicked back with a few strands falling to his forehead.

"Shoulder and all?" Enzo just grins, devilish and taunting. "I've touched every part of you, Pretty boy. Of course I know your size.." Pretty boy? Julian's face turns red too fast. "You've got to be messing with me right now. There's no way it'll be a perfect fit-" * "What the fuck?" He whispers, trying the beautiful charcoal black suit on in the dressing room. It's a three piece suit; pants perfectly tailored. The inner shirt a low necked black top that leaves half of his chest on display, and a matching half-jacket.

It was just a normal day like every other day for Adrian. He woke up and dressed in one of his new outfits he had shopped from the Xanders Museum. After he was well dressed in the black sleek suit, he looked into the mirror. His face, instead of showing satisfaction, bore no reaction at all.

Igor, Sin and Trixie stood on the other side of the grave, and Igor looks like he lost a lot of weight cos his black suit is barely hanging on his body. Andrei is standing with Jinx, Poe and Malik at another angle, all wearing black suits. Adeline is in black suit too, and she's standing beside Madden at another angle, trying to calm the soreness between her legs She's still so sore from last night, and it's hard to walk properly without feeling him. Madden is not wearing a suit, he's on black slacks and red button down, though he's still cooperate. Over hundred mafia men and women are present from The Bratva.

“Who are you?” Matthew asked the man who was wearing a sci-fi battle suit. The man had white spiky hair and an equally white pair of eyes. His suit was mostly black with neon white tubes along his back, arms, and legs. Grey parts covered his chest, abdominal muscles, biceps, and quadriceps. “Name’s 4M5Y4R YB. My colleagues usually refer to me as YB. People of this world call me The Copier though.”

they finally found the perfect ensemble. Alex emerged from the fitting room wearing a tailored charcoal gray suit. The jacket had a slim fit, accentuating his broad shoulders, and tapered down perfectly to his waist. The pants were impeccably cut, giving him a sleek and polished look. Paired with a crisp white dress shirt and a sophisticated, deep burgundy silk tie, the outfit exuded confidence and authority. The final touch was a pair of polished black leather shoes that completed the ensemble, making Alex look every bit the part of a high-powered professional.

She couldn't bear to stay quiet, while someone bad mouths or try to make a fool out of her. Now, with all that drama, she was sure that news was going to spread, and everyone was sure to look more to find more about her. She couldn't care less. ****** Xavier was dressed handsomely in an ash custom made suit, making him exude the aura of nobility and proficiency. He could easily pull off on any outfit he wore, with his hot and chiseled body. Besides him stood Franco, his right hand man and a few other men of his. They were all dressed in black suits, giving them a sense of authority.

I arrived early as usual, and took a steaming hot shower which helped me feel a lot better. Dressed and more in shape to face the day, I returned to the main office just as Mac walked in, busy on the phone. He was quite the looker usually, but him in a three piece suit had to be made illegal for the safety of female hearts. With shoulders that broad, the black suit had to have been tailored to his exact dimensions - it fit him to a tee and had him looking like he’d just stepped out of the cover of a GQ magazine.