Booktok Hoodies Novels & Stories

She couldn’t wait to surprise her new friend with it once they got settled. “I hope this is alright?” Whitney splayed her palms out on the denim surface of the skin tight jeans from Urban Outfitters and grinned impishly. So she does own a pair of boots. Hollis whistled in approval at the tan hiking style footwear, and let her eyes trail up to Whitney’s cotton pink sweater with the words “Candy Girl” inscribed on the center. The other girl’s hair was tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup her skin gave off a fresh, dewy glow.

"Wear these. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." And with that he was out the door. I looked at the hoodie. It was grey and had 'Aaron Walker' written in black font at the back. I sighed before throwing my old clothes and putting the new ones on. I laughed when the shorts looked like three quarter pyjamas due to the height difference.

My breath hitched in anticipation. This wasn’t just a book; it was a treasure. Limited edition picture book. Never seen before illustration. Bonus scenes. A gorgeous full cover character spread. it was practically a BL bible, and I NEEDED IT. Hoodie pulled on, Purse clutched tightly, I rushed out the door. The cool night air offered a brief moment of clarit. Dedication required its price. The thought echoed in my mind as I hurried down the street. The store had opened half an hour ago. Every precious minute felt like a missed opportunity. The image of other fans already clutching their copies fueled a frantic energy.

Alex stared at the book in front of him. This time around, he wasn't wearing any hoodie or clothing that could cover his face. He was just plain. His long shiny black hair was tied up into his favorite hair position - the ponytail. His sharp jawline could be seen clearly just fell a side view. In front of him were different books from different authors and at first, he looked like someone who didn't a get a thing that he was doing. He picked up the pen and got closer to the small table that was about his size - the sitting position and proceeded to read something.

Beneath them stood rows of polished leather boots and rugged jackets. I bypassed the suits, searching for something comfortable, until my eyes landed on a thick, soft grey hoodie. Rummaging a bit further, I found a drawer filled with his Calvin Klein designer boxers. I pulled out a matching light grey pair and slipped them on. Thankfully, because he was so massive, the boxers sat comfortably high on my waist, the hem reaching halfway down my thighs, while the oversized hoodie swallowed my frame completely, falling almost to my knees. It looked quite decent on me—like a cozy, makeshift dress.

I turned to see Alex leaning against the doorway, a mug of coffee in one hand. "I wasn't snooping." "I didn't say you were." "I was just..." He finished the sentence for me. "...missing him." I sighed. "Is it that obvious?" Alex walked into the room and looked around. "You know what I miss?" "What?" "The fact that he somehow owned fifteen identical black hoodies." I laughed. "They weren't identical." "They absolutely were." "They were different brands." "They were black." "They had personality." Alex looked at me with complete seriousness. "Hoodies don't have personalities."

I dug deeper, hoping something cozy had miraculously spawned overnight. Still Nothing. I spun around, ready to give up and go to school in my towel when I saw it. The hoodie. Still draped over the chair, still smug, like it was waiting for me to pick it up. It was Black, Oversized and Warm. Smelled like pinewood, midnight mistakes, and him. I froze. “Don’t even think about it,” I said out loud. The hoodie didn’t respond. “I’m not wearing it.” It still didn’t move to hide from me, just sat there. Innocent and Dangerous.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.