Be A Decent Human Hoodie Novels & Stories

I stared down at myself, My curves stubbornly refused to cooperate. The hoodie hid some of them, obviously Not enough. I sighed dramatically… "This is the best we're getting." The hoodie smelled faintly familiar, Coffee, Soap And something annoyingly expensive… Kaizen's hoodie. I have refused to wash it since he gave me…. Somehow I love his scent. The same one he'd given me weeks ago when I'd been freezing, the memory made me scowl. Focus, Mission first….Annoying boy later. ***** At exactly Nine thirty pm, the penthouse became quiet…

His hoodie smells like the way Aiden smells, which is cedar and hospital soap and the smell of a man who is in love with a woman and is not going to pretend he is not. I put my face in his hoodie. I put my face in the fabric of a man who has just called HR and PR and told them the entire world, in a way that is the entire world. We are going to get in trouble, I mumble into his hoodie. Probably, he says. His voice is the voice of a man whose chest is rumbling against my face, in the way that chests do when they are talking, in the way that is the entire thing. Worth it.

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.

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.

I had to fold the waist a few times to get it to stay. The hoodie reaches my mid thigh. It is big and fluffy and soft. And it smells like him. Have I mentioned how amazing he smells? Like flowers wrapped in the best type of fragrance. Almost like he isn't real. I pulled my hair from under the hoodie and tied it in a low messy bun, then I pulled the hood up. Reed watches me with keen interest as I adjust. And when I finish, I turn to him with a raised brow. “All done.” He clears his throat and looks away, then he shakes his head and turns back to me. My eyebrows go higher if that is even possible.

Mia wanted to buy a beige hoodie and looked at the sales assistant who was sitting on the sofa using her phone: - Is this hoodie available in size S? The sales assistant didn't even look up. - The hoodie costs 480 dollars. Are you sure you want to try it on? Mia was speechless. In the past, she'd always been well served when she entered the boutique. She was really surprised by the saleswoman's attitude. Mia took a breath: - I'm sure. The saleswoman finally stood up. She glanced at the slippers on Mia's feet and mockingly scoffed, pouting:

asked Mey, sounded so surprise. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. My friend flinched and looked at Mey nervously. "Do you like it?" Mey shook her head and his smile was gone. "Are you kidding? I love it!!" She proceeded to throw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It seemed that she no longer cared about her dad possibly throwing a murderous glare at their way.