Be A Decent Human Hoodie Novels & Stories

Wayland asks, sly and pleased, tightening his arms around me. “No,” I huff, wiping away the betraying tear. “I’m worried about those idiots who dare challenge you,” I say proudly, lifting my chin and rising from his lap. “Let’s go home—it’s getting chilly.” The Alpha looks at me for a few seconds, then takes off his T-shirt and puts it on me over my sundress. It smells like him—pleasant and masculine—and still holds the warmth of his body. The fabric is relatively thin, but I feel significantly warmer, maybe because of the gesture itself, or maybe because now I have to stare at the shirtless pack leader, and the heat is rising in me on its own.

I knew his reaction was valid; I had asked something deeply personal that he clearly didn’t want to share. As I rifled through his closet, I noticed an oversized white hoodie. It looked comfortable, and I decided it would work as a makeshift dress. I pulled it on, finding that it reached down to my upper knee, giving it a casual but decent look. I smiled at my reflection and decided that my hair would look good in a high ponytail. After tying my hair up, I went downstairs to show Joaquin what I had come up with. His reaction was a mix of surprise and approval. “That hoodie actually looks good on you,” he remarked, his mood softening slightly. “You made it work.”

Not because he had taken my mother in when no one else would but because I have come to see the type of person he is, the type of leader he is. He isn't arrogant like most alphas he's humble and kind. He isn't one to always jump to violence and war, he is fair in his judgment and doesn't need brute force to resolve conflicts. He has an appreciation for all living things even rogues. At the end of the day he knows his power but he doesn't go around flaunting it. "I think that's the last of them, let's burn the bodies and start cleaning up" he instructs via mindlink

I asked weakly. "Wear that." He pointed at the cloth on me. I took it and opened it. It's a black hoodie. Big and, I think, more comfortable to wear. "Oh, I'm wearing something; can't you see?" I asked coldly and put the hoodie aside. "That's not your thing." He raised his eyebrows. I tasted it. "That's not mine either." "This isn't you, but it's better than that jacket you're wearing." He calmly said.

"About that, I just wanted to have some decent equipment, and I think your inventory has enough quality that I was looking for," "If you are content with that then, how about this hoodie jacket, it is lightweight and has high durability, it falls behind some stats but it is the best amongst the items I have when it comes to defense. Also, I particularly like the regenerative thread that was used to manufacture this… you only need to insert some holy energy to it and it will repair itself." "That was a very convenient hand-me-downs you have there," I said, "I'll take it then… about the weapon if it is possible I prefer, a standard sword."

He chuckles lightly, and I glare at him. "What's funny about that pup wanting my mate," I snarl as I get into the car. Kohn chuckles, turn into a laugh, and I growl. "I find it strange. She isn't strong....like physically. Why did he choose a human? The only thing I can figure is he is like me...he is already having human thoughts....but more than what I experienced. I think he saw her bruises and decided she needed his protection. He protects the others...maybe he didn't see her as a leader but a sexy human female who needed his protection," Kohn responds, and I immediately snap my head in Malcolm's direction.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?" I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah." Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile." I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a hoodie. "Here." He held it out, not meeting my eyes. "You can't keep walking around like that." I stared at the hoodie in his hands, navy blue with the Moonstone High logo on the chest. A kind gesture. The first one in... I couldn't remember how long, probably years. "Why?" It slipped out before I could stop it. He flinched. "Just take it." "If they spot me wearing your hoodie... " "I'll say I lost it," he interrupted. Just..." He thrust the hoodie into my arms frustrated. "Please. Take it."

“I’m going to take a shower before my hair decides to start a rebellion.” I propped myself up on my elbow, watching him with one eye open, one still pretending to be asleep. “You realize that hoodie is a crime against fashion right now, right? Like, you’re wearing it and making it look better than I ever could, and frankly, I feel attacked.” He turned to me, eyes narrowed but fighting a smile. “You’re just jealous because I wear oversized tragic hoodies like it’s couture.” “Absolutely. It’s disgusting how good you look in my stuff. Please leave. Immediately.”