Novel & Cerita X Men Suit

Liam growls in Xander's head. Some teenage girls...dressed in neat uniforms rushed towards the entrance of the packhouse... and arrange themselves in a straight line. They wore smiles that are obviously fake...then a man dressed in a blue suit comes out of a room and rushed towards the entrance. Almost bumping into Xander but Xander was very quick to move his body away. Xander tilts his neck and sees Connor, Dylan, Tyler and Will step out of their cars. "Welcome, welcome alpha prince!" The man in suit said, laughing loudly as he shakes hands with Connor.

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.

Alex’s pov “Maybe with a cloak next time? I’m tired of the same old black suit.” I laughed. “You’re being serious?” I said when I noticed that he was not smiling at all. “I am. We’re billionaires. Let’s turn the gala into something with fashionable dresses. Women are always the ones who are wearing fashionable clothes. Men just wear the same suit. Let me be very honest, you can wear the same suit for every single gala for ten years and nobody will know that it’s the same suit. They keep on thinking that you have enough money to throw getting black suits, but let’s be honest. We all know that so many people can repeat clothes in galas, especially the men. The women… it’s quite difficult. Wear

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.