Abominable Snowman Shirt Novels & Stories

Carefully, I turned the man over so I could grab from under his shoulders only to be left mesmerized. Even unconscious and covered in snow, this man was…striking. That was the only word for it. Pale skin, sharp features, black luscious hair matted with blood and melting frost. He looked like he belonged in some painting somewhere rather, and not lying injured in a street during a blizzard. And his clothes made no sense. He was wearing a thin linen shirt and a pair of dark pants. No coat, no gloves, nothing suitable for winter. But even at that, he was still breathtaking…even as a guy.

The thinly built woman with black hair spoke. "Salvatore, save us the time and effort and just kill the monstrosity. There's no reason for us to get our hands unclean. Your pack doesn't deserve to be killed because of your bad choices." The blonde said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at the self-centered snobs I had to listen to. At first, I was terrified and uneasy, but by this point, I was eager to snap their necks. "I would also advise that you put your filthy abomination in check before I put her in check for you." The blonde spoke still smirking.

She decides to sleep in her clothes as well, since she is wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a loose red and black buffalo plaid dress on over it that hits her just above her ankles. It is just as comfortable as comfortable as any night gown that she could wear. Same with Sunny, who is wearing the same outfit. The guys both have the cream sweater and tan slacks. Andy slips his pants off, deciding to put on his sleep pants. He pulls off the sweater and folds it up, laying it with his pants on top of the pile of luggage.

The Lombartti family will cease to exist in this world. Thomas and I were at this bar on the east side of town, and I was looking at this beautiful woman. Good Lord, she was beautiful. She had waist-length curly kinky hair, caramel skin, legs that went for days, and a face that I knew if she smiled, it would light the whole room. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and started to press my drink into Thomas’ chest. “ Sir? Sir? Where are you-” His voice faded as I walked further and further away from him. I walked up to the chair and I could smell her. She smelled like Shea Butter and ocean waters, like she had bathed in a candle and lotioned up with Shea Butter.

That surprised her as she never thought she would defend Qillalon's name. Velmont raised his hands in surrender, “I know. What I’m saying is that the shirt is the real deal. Whoever wears it is the killer we are looking for, and it's 2 times smaller than the Alpha’s clothing. We are looking for a male or a female that could fit in a medium-sized shirt.” He explains as he touches his chin—thinking deeply.

The minute the call connected, Whitney demanded angrily, "What is the meaning of this, Sebastian?" Sebastian paused in confusion before asking with a frown, "I don't know what you're talking about." "Drop the act! Explain why your Arctic Snow Mask is so popular!" Whitney hissed. Sebastian frowned. "The Arctic Snow Mask? What about it?" "Don't you think you're being extremely shameless right now?" Whitney screeched angrily. He was clearly pretending to be innocent so he could brag!

On the terrace of the neighbour’s house, about twenty meters away, stood a snowman. It wasn’t just any snowman. It was half a person’s height, with a crooked red woollen hat perched on its round head, a red scarf wrapped around its neck, and a row of heart-shaped buttons down its front. In its arms, it held a bunch of fresh angel tears, the delicate pink bell flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

Panicking I clawed it away and flung it on the floor only to realise it was Bram’s white shirt from the ball. “Put it on, servants will be in soon as you can’t be in that dress.” Bram was busy putting on a deep blue shirt, with the traditional V-neck slit in it, I couldn’t help comparing his completely smooth chest to his brothers more rugged one and found it uninteresting. He did smell lovely and fresh from the shower though and was clearly on his best behaviour.

, I chuckled and she too cracked up. "Wow, this shirt is... Just amazing.", Her eyes twinkled, gawking at the shirt. It was a plain white shirt with a half collar still it could captivate your eyes within a moment. White was always his favourite and I love this colour on him. "Gotta go now. He would be waiting for me.", Stretching my hand to her, I smiled. "Oh yes! Thank you for this. I'm already obsessing over it.", Shaking hands, she pointed to the shirt.

I wasn't expecting any company, and I certainly didn't look the part of someone who had plans tonight. I stood up from my work desk, looking down at my "Let's Avo-Cuddle" t-shirt that had 2 hugging, smiley-faced avocados on the front. It didn't get any better from the waist down, as I was sporting some black sweatpants and obnoxiously fluffy bunny slippers. I also was a wreck from the neck up, with a face that was puffy from my random breakdowns and my hair tied into a knot on the top of my head.