X Men Suit Novels & Stories

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?

What are you showing off for? "There are a dozen men with me. What can you possibly do to me?" "True, I'm wearing a suit and a tie, but have you heard of fighters in suits?" Austin smiled coldly as he raised his head. Reaching up, he loosened the tie around his neck as he said coldly, "I'm giving you two choices. Either you end up like my people or all your men are going to end up like them!"

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

- I reply as vague as possible. I always imagined X being a serious man who always wears a suit, like a real businessman. I look at all the men who leave through the landing gate: Too high... too low... too thin... too fat... too old... too young... with his wife... I don’t think X is red... blond? ... Hmm maybe he can be black...

- a smile spreading across her face as pride colored her words seeing her son. He wore a meticulously tailored charcoal gray suit, accentuating his broad shoulders. The suit was crafted from fine wool, giving it a subtle sheen that hinted at luxury. Underneath the suit, he wore a white shirt. Few button of his shirt opened giving a view of his toned chest. His hair combed perfectly as it shined. He was actually looking like a Greek God!

I looked around and saw about ten men all dressed in black suits, wearing earpieces, sunglasses, and from the outline under their suit jackets they were armed. Suddenly, a man appeared before me. From the looks of it, he was probably in his early twenties.He was very attractive with disheveled brown hair with blonde high-lights and broad shoulders that flexed through his white business shirt, where he had left two top buttons unbuttoned, revealing a hint of a tattoo on his chest. He was also wearing sun glasses but not the same suits as the others. His was Armani and something in his walk told me that he was important. He walked by me, looked at me from head to toe, then smiled a menacing sm

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

There are butterflies in my stomach. "It'll be fine. This is normal. I'm okay. Stop freaking out Elizabeth! You look fine" I mumble. In movies, little pep talks usually works. Yeah. it didn't for me. I take a deep breathe. This is it. I walk down the stairs with my crutch. Once Xander comes into view, I see his eyes widen with lust. And oh my life! He is one damn sexy man in a suite. He looks freaking gorgeous! His suit is all black except for his dress shirt and tie. Which are white and cream grey colour. Making him look mysterious.

Because tell me why the men were dressed in tailored suits standing around speaking in low voices while the women dripped in diamonds and elegance. Everyone here looked rich enough to buy countries and dangerous enough to burn them down after. It was just too much. Well… they were basically Xavier’s kind of people. I stayed close to him as we moved through the crowd, painfully aware of the eyes following us. Or more specifically… following him. His hand rested on my lower back the entire time, warm and possessive against my bare skin, his thumb brushing slow circles that made my stomach tighten annoyingly. “Relax,” he murmured beside me.

Adjusting his bow tie in front of the mirror, Steven admired himself. Clad in a Classic fit Giorgio Armani designer suit with matching pants and a pair of suede oxford wingtips, Steven knew he looked more than handsome. I mean, he was dressed up to the nines.