Ahegao Sweater Novels & Stories

Zephyr patted his tunic and Carol nodded twice, blinking innocently as it dived under his tunic again silently. I sighed and looked at the Uriko brother who addressed the gathering. Both of them had waist length black hair. They were slim, tall and looked just like models. Asashi was wearing a navy blue long lolita coat with an intricate golden thread and button work. Aera was wearing a black lolita coat with silver thread and button work.

I picked up the baby blue knitted sweater with a light brown bear in front and a phrase that said, 'Hug me! "Ew! Gross!" I whispered, thinking Shiva had worn this before for her mate. I felt nauseated upon thinking Shiva used this sweater to seduce King Logan. "Urg! No!" I dropped the sweater back onto the bed and checked the other outfit Ayesha had gotten for me. A pair of jeans. In this cold weather, humans needed this, but the coldness was part of my life and soul. So, no!

“Something that screams you.” “Denver naman, ang dami mo nang binili noong—” “This one’s for me,” he said softly. “I want to see you wear something I picked.” Inside, a Korean saleslady approached. “Would you like to try winter sets? Couple style?” I choked a little. “Uh… yes. But just individual pieces.” She brought out a beige knit sweater, a scarf, and a beret. “Go try this one,” Denver said, handing it to me.

“I finally get to dress you up. You know, you really have the face of a model. Come work with me after you graduate. I’ll even split the earnings with you forty-sixty. You’ll get the sixty.” Aito chuckled again. “That’s a nice offer hyung, but you know I’m not interested in modeling.” The sound of the wardrobe closing echoed through the phone, and gradually their voices became fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely. Haruto was stunned. That’s all? Aito wasn’t going to take the sweater along? Minho could already tell what Haruto was thinking. He chuckled, amused. “You didn’t think he’d keep wearing the sweater did you? He probably has hundreds of those things. Why would he repe

I sighed. "This is what you are going to wear." Hanaele lent me common identity clothes that the Agila squad is wearing. A white, knee level cape with a logo of an eagle in the emphasis of its sharp eyes, and its writing style that I did not recognize. A stretchable, dark red pants. Several blue strands of which I still do not know what are uses, and yellow upper attire. An orange-colored hip length jacket-like. And of course, peach footwear in knee level.

Kita put on a pair of dark blue jeans with her knee-length low-heel leather boots. A matching brown belt with a long sleeve, a thick aqua blue cotton t-shirt, and her thick maxi multi-color hooded sweater that came to her calves. Her sweater was mainly coco brown and navy blue. Kita took her braids out, which made her hair nice and wavy.

He gave a slight nod my way. Aoki Goto was of the opposite gender. She was also the one that led us into the room. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. She didn't dress to impress anyone. Most shapeshifters were like that. She had the same features as him. She had straight dark hair as well as lacked color in her eyes. Something I noticed thanks to her lacking any layers in her hair. She lacked style compared to her mate but she made up for it with a welcoming smile. She was plain and had nothing appealing to her as far as I could see. Her figure lacked curves.

Reece gave me a bright smile, and asked me which of the sweaters would suit a younger woman that worked in an office setting, and I took a hard look at the two sweaters that she was holding up. “Ms. Hemingway here wants to buy her granddaughter a sweater for her first office job, and she’s having trouble figuring out which one to buy.” Reece had clarified. I smiled warmly at the woman and placed my hand on my chin. Both were suitable, but the light brown, knit sweater with gold buttons would probably work better with styling accessories suitable for the office. “I would choose the knit brown sweater, Ms. Hemingway. I’m sure your granddaughter would be able to style it in more ways than the m

*Hazel’s p.o.v* The cashmere sweater Axel had left on my dressing bed was three shades darker than the gray ones he usually wore. It smelled faintly of cedar and crisp alpine air. I pulled it over my head, burying my face in the collar for a brief second just to breathe it in. It was entirely too large for me, the hem falling past my hips, but when I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror, I didn't care. It felt like protection.

Azren goes very still behind me. Oh? Oh, this is interesting. I turn around, holding it up. It's a sweater. A soft, cozy, V-neck knit that's almost... net-like? Slightly loose and airy. And across the front in ridiculous cursive lettering are the words: "SOFT BOYS DESERVE FLOWERS." I blink. Then I look at Azren. He looks like someone just pulled a loaded weapon on him. "No," he says immediately. I grin slowly. "Oh yes."