Novel & Cerita X Men Suit

All this had to be a joke, maybe a hidden camera prank or something. In front of her was Xavier Costello, even the sound of his name would run chills down anyone’s back. He was wearing an all-black Aramis suit, with some undone buttons of the shirt showing off his chest, his jawline was more defined, coated with a little amount of facial face, well carved to bring out his facial handsomeness. To be honest he looked sexier than he was four years ago. Althea internally scolded herself for having such thoughts at this time in her life.

In that secluded space, I shed my ordinary attire and slipped into the embrace of the suit Ren had provided. I marveled at the sensation as the fabric enveloped me, molding to my form like a second skin. The suit was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, tailored with precision to accentuate my physique. Its texture caressed my senses, simultaneously gentle and firm, reminding me of the dedication and meticulousness poured into its creation.

And he guided me through it. When I was breathing normally again, he snapped his fingers and a woman pulled in a rack of five male business suits. “I got you these too,” he said, cradling my face, his thumbs wiping my damp cheeks. “Just in case. I like to cover all grounds.” “Men’s wear?” I sniffed. And he chuckled. “Yes. So you bring these back. They aren’t branded, and he can tell their less refined quality, so you checked with him if you could wear them. How’s that?”

Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. Behind him stood two more men, equally well-dressed, equally intimidating.

Four men walked in, three of them were with short guns while one was dressed in a black suit with a mask covering his face. The rest exposed their face to us, they weren't scared at all and I was so frightened by the silence that existed in the room due to their presence. Alexander didn't do anything nor did he mention a word. "It's so beautiful to have the most influential couples in town under my care, I'm sorry if my boys rough-handled you both on your way here," the man in a suit said "what do you want?, is it money?, I can give you in abundance, set me free" Alexander screamed

I take a breath to strengthen my tattered patience, glance to the side, then stop, and turn, and stare in appreciation. It is a suit, on a mannequin, in a shop window. Dark blue with a very subtle grey flecking. Sharply but carefully tailored to give mobility without looking baggy. Single breasted, wide lapel. High cut armhole. Subtly tapered legs. James Bond would wear a suit like that. “Aiden,” I say, not taking my eyes off the suit. The word draws the attention of the rest of the Pack as well. “I think I can see the perfect suit for you. Right over there.”

“Sorry enough to quit buying your boyfriend clothes?” It’s a momentary pause, but a significant one. “What are you trying to say? Yeah, I bought him a few suits,” she mumbles. A few suits. “Thirty-thousand dollars’ worth of suits at a men’s store in Milan is not afewsuits.” “Right.”

Mr. Y looked a lot more like the stereotype of a Man in Black than Mr. X ever had because he dressed more the part. He wore the suit and hat of a 1950’s G-man, as opposed to Mr. X, who, when he wasn’t disguised as a hospital orderly, had always worn Victorian era clothing. Mr. Y was even wearing dark sunglasses in the underground parking garage where they clearly weren’t needed. His skin was the same crayola white as Mr. X’s. He never smiled, though, not at all, whereas Mr. X smiled at every possible conversational opportunity. The two of them seemed very, very opposite from one another.

To say the least, I wasn’t surprised to see Xander standing there; I had a feeling that he would come. A black tight suit hugged his body flawlessly as he focused his brown eyes on my glass; careful not to spill any. He styled his hair backward with a quiff perfectly done. The sides on top were slightly trimmed but as it goes down, it gets more shaved. His hair looked so soft that my hands were itching to feel its smoothness between my fingers. The suit hugged his arms’ muscles fully, showing the smallest flex of them. The white shirt he wore underneath the black suit had the three buttons opened, giving only a small teasing glimpse of his chest to be seen.

She took her seat beside me and peered at the box quizzically. "Only one way to find out," I said and lifted the lid. I blinked twice. Why was a black and purple Mandarin suit inside here? The moon emblem that represented our kingdom was weaved onto the breast region and sleeve. "Why is this here?" I asked as I held up the suit. "I think it's for prince Xavier." She said quietly. It was then I remembered that he had requested for a suit to be made for him too. I would have passed this off as a simple mistake but knowing my mother, this was anything but that. After all, had Juliet and the other of Xavier's siblings not requested new clothes too?