Goth Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

A heartbeat later, Mom is ripping the door open and beaming widely at me. "Darling!" she greets, pulling me into a hug that smells of basil and salt. "You know you don't have to knock here." I bury my face in her short, chocolate curls as I hug her back. "I know." Pulling away, she takes me by the wrist and drags me into the house, smiling gleefully at my ugly sweater. She loves it. She loves the mustard-colored ruffles and the white stripes around the elbows. She should love it since she's the one who gave it to me for Christmas last year.

Jordan Hall sighed as he pushed the grocery cart forward, the squeaky wheel wobbling with every uneven rotation. It felt as if it were a metaphor of his life, almost screaming under the weight of the emotional storm raging inside of him. The grocery store was warm and crowded, buzzing with shoppers wrapped in puffy coats, glittering scarves, and festive hats. Holiday music jingled overhead—songs that normally made him nostalgic, made him smile, made him feel grounded in the season. But not today. Today, everything felt distant, muted, like he was separated from the rest of the world by a thick sheet of glass. Everyone else was moving on with their cheerful holiday errands while Jordan trudge

Jackson stepped forward first, holding a neatly wrapped box. “This one is from me.” She said with a warm smile, handing the package to Alexia. Alexia unwrapped it carefully, peeling back the delicate paper to reveal a beautifully hand-knitted sweater. It was deep blue with tiny stars along the sleeves. Alex’s was the same, but in forest green. “Oh wow.” Alexia breathed, running her fingers over the fabric. “Did you make this?” Mrs. Jackson nodded proudly. “I did. Thought you two could use something cozy for the winter.”

Ivan: See you in a few hours. 'grinning emoji.' Grinning, I quickly typed. Seraphina: Waiting. 'Blushing'. After finishing my assignments, I cleared the table and reached for my clothes. My gaze landed on the sweater I had been looking forward to wearing—a chunky, knitted beige cardigan with delicate red bows scattered across the front. The V-neckline was simple, fastened down the centre with matching red buttons. It was a gift from my father, and after two years, slipping it on felt like wrapping myself in a memory. A quiet, bittersweet kind of nostalgia settled over me.

Caius Anastasia breezed past on a cloud of apple cider and nutmeg, her hips swaying to the Christmas music playing in the background. A pair of leggings hugged her curves, which were partially hidden beneath a red Christmas sweater. The socks she wore had little reindeer on them, along with bells that jingled when she walked. I thought they were absurd, but she found an extreme amount of joy in them. She let out a laugh as she passed, reacting to something Ghost said.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"

I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population. I can’t afford the high end fashion the wolf shifters love and seem to wear exclusively. My uniform tonight is a pair of black velvet shorts, fishnet thigh-highs with garter belts that cut off below the shorts, showing leg, black combat boots from the Army/Navy Surplus, and a tight black tee with a plunging v neck from Goodwill. Marissa, our afternoon manager, said we were encouraged to dress sexy. The tip of my neckline reaches to just between my breasts, and to emphasize it I’m wearing a velvet choker necklace with a dangling cross. Both of my wrists are covered in several black leather bracelets mixed with chunky chains.

"Jackson, what the heck are you wearing?" Kaitlyn tried hard not to laugh as she spotted Jackson standing in the corner of the living room, holding a giant, bright green plate piled high with vibrant cookies. The way he was serving the treats was cute, but his outfit? He was wearing the most ridiculous, holiday sweater she had ever seen. It was knitted, and lit up with small LED lights that made him look like one of the room's decorations. But the best part, the hideous thing featured several pictures of gifts with the coy message splayed proudly in the middle: 'Can I be your gift tonight?'

I tell her. Rapidly I walk to the door and open it. My hand drops numbly beside me. There's Chris looking all handsome. He has combed his hair back; he's wearing dress pants and a Christmas sweater. In his hands he holds a bouquet of flowers and a green wrapped present box. My mouth drops open. He grins at me. "Thought I surprise you. Merry Christmas, baby." He exclaims excitedly. My lip trembles. How can he look so hot dressed in a Christmas sweater?

To be a liar and a deceiver. Opening my closet, I pulled out a coffee-colored sweater Mabel had knitted for me. It was a gift she had made me for Christmas. A pair of black mittens, a black scarf, and a matching beanie also came with it. I shoved the sweater over my head and grimaced at my appearance in it. All I needed was thick-framed glasses and I'd look like the world's biggest dork. I also managed to find a fleece hoodie, its navy blue color reminding me of the one Alina owned and always wore. With that thought lingering in my mind, I sent her a text to wear her hoodie as well. We would match. It would be adorable.