Abominable Snowman Shirt Novels & Stories

But when the girls offered us drinks at the party we both gagged and politely declined. We exchanged gifts. Selma had given me and Jenny both the cutest personalized sweatshirts that said ‘Glacier City College’ on the front and on the back it said ‘Dancin our Asses off… just kidding do you see our asses?’ It was so cute and funny and she got them made herself so no one else would have them. Similarly our boss gave us sweatshirts that said ‘The Buffalo’ on them. And had a picture of an actual buffalo and a mountain on it.

I wish I could let this moment sink in more but I couldn't stay here for too long. The shirt was a simple tee with white and yellow horizontal stripes, and the jacket Amamiya-san recommended was a dark blue denim fur-lined jacket with orange threading, a tiger dressed like a biker eating a sloppy joe at a pub table was embroidered on the back. Seated across from him was a white rabbit wearing a pink furry jacket with fishnet stockings eating a salad. The flip side of the jacket was made from brown wool, making something perfect to wear in winter. It was nearing summer now though...

It’s a collection of things tangible, yet not. In place of his usually simple shirts, a crimson doublet practically roars at me. I blink, trailing my eyes over the rich, velvet fabric, and the crisp white shirt peeking out from under the collar of a jacket so black, it could compete with a moonless night. A few buttons of his shirt are undone, a casual touch to what I’d consider a very bold statement—Try me and die. I’d laugh, but I hate to admit that it’s fucking hot.

God, she was pretty. And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that. It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set of feminine breasts. When my brain finally registered what I was seeing, my eyebrows perked up and my gaze wander

I follow them, distracted by my stomach rumbling. “I’m starving,” I announce. “I’ve got something you can eat,” Cameron says, distracted. I stare at him, deadpan, and he glances over his shoulder and smirks. “Dirty bastard,” I mouth. He winks and keeps looking. “What about this?” he says as he takes a sweater from the shelf and holds it up. I look at it and my face falls in horror. It’s a black hoodie and has a large white eye on the front. The pupil is filled with bright colours. It’s a long, skinny fit.

one hunter muttered to the others. “Break the door down! Anyone unholy could be hiding inside!” the leader barked and teo hunters stepped forward to kick it open— Creak. The door opened softly, revealing Snow wearing the white t-shirt and shorts Logan had lent her earlier. “Can I help you?” she asked calmly. The hunters froze. They had never seen a human this beautiful—her pale skin and colored eyes made her look supernatural. “Sorry, did anyone pass by?” the leader asked after ogling for a while

“Come on, it will help your body relax, and then you can sleep.” Mutely, I follow him, he leads me to the bathroom where he waited for me to step behind the thick glass door, he stretched his hand into the shower, I stare at it dumbly until I realize he was asking for my clothes, peeling off the shirt with The Manumit’s logo drawn on subtly on the right corner, and the sweatpants also with the logo, Abed explained it was a gift to everyone who went there, and truly as we left, people who came in suits and evening dresses, left like they were coming from a gym, still with masks, of course. “Aren’t you coming in?” I ask quietly as he squeezes the clothes in his hand.

Even though Stephen was attractive, it was still obvious that he had a congenital defect. “Hey, don’t touch that. Your hands are dirty. Can you afford to pay for this shirt if it gets dirty?” Another promoter in the store shouted at Stephen and pushed him when she noticed him touching a white t-shirt. Stephen jumped back in shock. He subconsciously hid behind Summer. “Sapphire…” Summer’s expression turned unpleasant as she frowned a little. “Do you guys sell your products like this?” “Miss, this shirt is expensive. If it gets dirty, you won’t be able to afford it, and neither can we.” It was obvious that the promoter assumed that Summer could not afford that shirt.

he complimented while Amora's cheeks heated up immediately. He tied the shoe laces, "They look good on you." He said while she tucked away her hair shyly. Antonio snapped his fingers and the store attendants came close, "I need a red hoodie, I don't want her wearing that cheap thing." He said referring to Amora's dress. "Something expensive," he said with his arms crossed over his muscular chest, "Follow them," he ordered Amora, who trailed behind the attendants. Amora came back to Antonio wearing a red hoodie and blue jean pants which stirred Antonio's desire, he adjusted on his seat.

She walked to the shop and the sales assistant smiled at her and asked, "May I help you, Miss?" Avery smiled and asked, "I saw a black shirt on the window display. Do you have different colours?" The sales assistant smiled and replied, "Please follow me." The sales assistant showed her the different colours and replied, "We have one colour per shirt." Avery chose a lavender colour shirt, the quality, and the workmanship was good. It looked comfortable and luxurious. The pink and white striped shirt attracted her eyes as well. She smiled at the sales assistant and said, "Please wrap both of them." Then she gave her the black card.