Gilgamesh Hoodie Novels & Stories

Heyli asked, thinking it was ridiculous to punish visitors for coming late out of their rooms. "We're warriors, remember?" Kayla pointed out. "We are not treated the way royals are treated. We will be punished by our commander if we aren't out at the stipulated time." As for Melodie, she was digging up through Heyli's luggage. She found a shawl and flung it at Heyli who looked at it confused. "That's to cover your breasts if you feel uncomfortable." Heyli nodded and Kayla pulled her to her feet. It was a gray shawl with silver threads sewn around it. It matched her sage green gown and she wrapped it around her neck.

As they continued to browse the racks, Harrison spotted a pair of matching hoodies. "Oh my gosh Rina, look at these!" he said, pulling them off the rack. The hoodies were identical, one in a men's size and one in a women's size. They were light blue, with a white design on the front. "These are perfect!" Harrison said, holding them up to Katherina. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "We could totally pull these off!" he said, sounding excited. Katherina bit her lip, as Harrison was still holding the hoodies in his hands. "I don't know if we can actually pull these off," she said, a hint of doubt in her voice.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

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.

Her marshmallow scent smells rotten. “Disgusting. Just tell her to take her clothes off.” Ghost says. All our conversations about being respectful to our mate go out the window at that moment. “Bro, knock it off.” I chastise him. I look closer at her clothes. A red cropped sweatshirt with the Blood River logo on the sleeve. She cut the neck to help it fit looser. The exposed strap of her bra is black like the leggings and her red trainers match her shirt perfectly. Focus, Milo.

“Something chaotic. Like silver. Or red. Something that says ‘I’m unstable but in a cool way.’” He nodded. “That tracks. Okay, your turn.” I glanced over. “What’s your dumb post-exam thought?” He grinned. “I think we should get matching hoodies.” “No.” “Come on.” “I literally just survived stats. I’m not ready to commit to couple merch.” “But picture it,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “Mine says ‘Sunshine.’ Yours says ‘Grump.’ Perfect.” “Absolutely not.” He showed me a P*******t mock-up anyway.

We rounded the corner leading toward the gym, only to find two strange men stationed at the entrance. Both men wore dark blue, almost black cargo trousers that matched their shirts. They also donned white polished battle boots and gloves, as well as armor emblazoned with what appeared to be a royal crest in gold, blue, and black, with the name Khelum neatly engraved in Old English letters. We approached both men and went past them without batting an eye in their direction. It wasn’t like they tried to stop us or could. I would’ve ripped their heads from their bodies for even touching me or my mate.

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.”

3 I walked over to the hoodies and looked through a bunch of hoodies. Whenever I shop for hoodies I always want more than one, but I limit to just one because if I didn't I'd have a closet with JUST hoodies.5 I picked one out that was red with white letters that said " Lifeguard " on it and I knew I wanted this one. I found one in my size, thankfully, and put it on my arm. Me and Kylie then went to the hats and picked a hat for each of us.5

The Blackhawks Tomahawk logo was on the left chest and there was a Tommy Hilfiger logo on the top edge of the hoodie. Meredith was also wearing a pair of black leggings that said Blackhawks down one side. She had on a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black leather wedge sneakers with laces and zippers that went up the sides. She was also wearing her Tom Ford asymmetrical leather jacket. She gave a sheepish smile and hoped it wouldn't be too obvious how much her shoes and jacket cost but she knew anyone looking would be able to tell that they weren't from Kohl's or even Macy's for that matter.