Goth Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

A beautiful, slightly oversized knitted sweater in shade of cream with tiny flowers along the edge. I could already imagine curling up in it on a rainy day while maybe with a book and hot chocolate. My fingers reached for the price tag and I immediately flinched. "Six hundred seventy-five..." I whispered. "Are they insane?" I simply turned to Ethan. "Okay, this is officially out of my budget just by looking at it. Let's go find a more girly store. I doubt Althea would like boyish sweaters anyway." I was about to walk off when I felt a firm grip on my wrist.

“Something that screams you.” “Denver naman, ang dami mo nang binili noong—” “This one’s for me,” he said softly. “I want to see you wear something I picked.” Inside, a Korean saleslady approached. “Would you like to try winter sets? Couple style?” I choked a little. “Uh… yes. But just individual pieces.” She brought out a beige knit sweater, a scarf, and a beret. “Go try this one,” Denver said, handing it to me.

Clothes shouldn’t make that sound. I grab the romper and inspect it. It’s the purple spider brooch Ben gifted me for Christmas. That’s right. I could sell it, it’s probably worth more than this entire house. I unpin it from the romper and pin it securely to my blouse before stuffing the clothes back in and forcing the zipper shut.

My make-up is represents Grinch—even though it’s not Christmas—while my attire is a shimmering black sleeveless gown with zigzag hems, which I top it with a woolen green shawl draped on my shoulders and a pair of green glittering wedge shoes to match. I don’t have much jewelries on simply because aunt Mellow and I have this thing in common where jewelries make us feel uncomfortable. Mine is especially because I sweat a lot. Out in the reception hall, there’s a rich crowd, all dressed in their own fashion and wearing their own figurative make-up. Some have on animal makeups like cats, some have on symbolic makeups, and others have on paranormal makeups like vampires, werewolves, dragons, elve

I may have to thanked him later. I grab one of the bags and opened it, enthusiastically like how I used to open a gift. It was a fuzyy white sweater with a cowl neck which is hand knitted to perfection. I tore the price tag off and pull it over my head, since it's so thick I don't think I needed to wear a bra on. I paired it with a skin tight black leggings and flat leather ankle high boots for my feet. I ran the hair dryer through my hair for a couple of minutes and then pat a very light lip gloss on my soft lips.

I whispered back. The moment was broken by the shrill ring of the doorbell. I glanced at the clock, surprised. "They're early." Christian chuckled. "That'll be Cathy. You know how she gets about parties." Sure enough, when we opened the door, there stood Cathy, practically vibrating with excitement. She was decked out in a truly outrageous Christmas sweater that seemed to be made entirely of tinsel and flashing lights. "Merry Christmas, lovebirds!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around us both. "Oh my god, Bernie, look at you! You're glowing!"

“This would be what you're wearing to the office today.” My jaw nearly touched the ground. I picked the dress, the quality was top notch and it would hang three quarters on my leg. It was handless and had a zipper at the back with a small slit that reached my knee in front. My eyes grew as I admired the fabric which had glittering stones pressed on it. It had a scent that usually follows First Ladies. It came with a matching blazer that was double breasted. Damn. I faced Damon with my watering eyes. “What is this?” I asked him. “This is too much.”

At least, for this morning… Siel’s close pal said to herself. "You know what day is today?" Di continued aloud. "Ah, Di. I really don't wanna think about it." "Why?! It's my very favorite month! We have to plan on matching ugly sweaters and Christmas hair accessories. You always manage to look good in them no matter how ridiculous they are. Besides, green and red have always looked great with your pearly-white skin!" "You say that every Christmas, Di. This year it's not gonna work," Siel stated in a depressed tone.

Cole nudged him and said, “Come on, Uncle. It’s my wife’s first Christmas with us.” He relented, and not more than a few minutes later I had three Bianchi men in matching red sweaters with white reindeers on them. I bought cute white sweaters with green Christmas trees on them for me and Mrs Bianchi and the twins. We took family pictures and a few with just two of us.

“That look on your face reminds me of a spark catching fire. So... Ember.” My cheeks warmed as I shoved him lightly in the shoulder. “Yeah... No, don't even.” “Nope. I’m committing to this one,” he replied, walking off reluctantly and I smiled, knowing fully well that he wasn't going to commit. I followed him into a clothing district lined with display windows filled with elegant skirts, warm sweaters and jackets woven with runic threading for elemental resistance, things I had never seen before. Loren held up a soft beige sweater against me.