Be A Decent Human Hoodie Novels & Stories

His hoodie landed on my lap, making me cringe a bit. "Put it on." I looked at him nervously. He has a white sweatshirt on and a golden chain. I looked at the hoodie, picking it up and feeling the unique texture and weight. I put it on as his scent on the hoodie filled my nose. I raised my body a bit and let the hoodie drop. It covered my lap a bit. The hoodie is oversized. Almost like it ceased my tiny body. I covered my head with the hoodie, taking in his scent.

," I replied, the concern in my voice expressing a care that transcended the night. As he stepped back and got into his car, I couldn't help but watch until the taillights faded into the distance, carrying with them the echoes of a night spent under the stars. That night, in the comforting embrace of Logan's hoodie, I found solace. The scent of his presence lingered, wrapping around me like a familiar warmth. As I settled into sleep, the soft fabric carried with it a sense of security, and in that moment, his absence was subtly replaced by the tangible reminder of his closeness. The hoodie became more than just an article of clothing; it became a silent connection to the man whose gestures a

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

Vivienne was curled up in Knox’s hoodie. A new one, not the worn and torn piece of comfort she’d clung to for the past year. That one was still safe in her drawer, of course. No way was she letting him throw it out. But this hoodie was soft, still fluffy on the inside, and it smelled like him. Fresh and familiar. Perfect. And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy.

Funny looks over to me doing it, unzips his hoodie, and hands it over to me. “Put this on,” he says more of a demand than a gesture. “Thank you,” I say politely and put it on. The hoodie smells amazing, it’s an intoxicating smell even though it’s got a touch of marijuana traced into it. I look over at Funny whose attention is back on the ocean and now without his hoodie on, I get a much better view of his body. He is incredibly toned, like he works out often but not overly muscular, just the perfect amount. Full-sleeve tattoos cover both arms and I can’t quite make out any of them at a glance. He has an absolutely gorgeous body with an even more incredible face and I can’t help but stare kno

Then JP goes to my backpack and unzips it. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I said I like their… how do you say it?” He makes a pantomime of flipping something over his head. A couple of the kids are wearing jackets with hoods. “Hoodies?” I ask. “Hoodies, yes. And I offer to buy them.” “I need something more than a hoodie,” I say. “A hoodie’s not going to go well with a skirt and heels.” “Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I offer to buy the small one’s clothes as well.”

A series of 'awes' erupted through the room and I couldn't agree more. He was dressed in fuzzy pajamas with kittens all over it. The hoodie was up and it had cat ears on top. It was so damn cute. "I knew you were a five year old at heart" I squealed as I opened my arms for him to come in for a hug. "So does this mean you forgive me?" He asked in a baby voice. "Hhmm" I hummed, loving this side of him. "It's clear guys you can come in" He shouted as he snuggled more into me.

CHAPTER: 1. **** It was early in the morning and Adrian has just closed his night shift. Tired he dragged his feet on the cold concrete. To say that he was tired would be an understatement at this stage, he barely feels alive not to mention starving too. A chilling cold wind blew past him and he shivered and stopped short in his tracks. He ripped his backpack from his back and dropped the navy blue bag on the ground, then he went on his knees and unzipped the bag, one hand reaching inside and pulling out his favorite faded blue hoodie. It was his favorite because he couldn't afford the luxury of buying himself a new one. Adrian pulled the hoodie on and covered his head, then he strapped his

This time, he took off his black hoodie and draped it over my half-open shirt. "And also, here. Wear this. When I think about it more, maybe the reason why the bully wants your body is because your clothes are too revealing," he said as his eyes darkened. "I don't think I can control myself if he acts disrespectfully again. Who knows, next time I might stab my black card into his brain." "Hm, but what about our ‘things’?" I said, gripping his hoodie. "I mean, shouldn't we continue it? We're already halfway there and—"

"Fabric! Now! We need jewel tones. No, wait. Midnight black. With a sheen. Like oil on water." The room became a whirlwind of movement. One of the assistants, a guy with a nose ring and a bright pink shirt, started buzzing around me. He was fussy, pulling at the hem of my hoodie and making little "tsk" sounds. "The hoodie has to go, honey," he said, reaching for the zipper. "We can't see the lines. We can't see the soul!" I let them pull the oversized hoodie off, leaving me in just my thin undershirt. They started pinning fabric against my chest, debating colors like they were at war.