Goth Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

Janet pouted and I wondered why anyone would want to wear something that looked and smelt like a disaster. Yes. It is that hideous. It possessed a terrible shade of red that failed to blend with the bright green that sprawled over the chest of the sweater in the form of a potato. Or… Santa Claus? The shape was hard to read. So, I squinted my eyes to attempt figuring out what the sweater was all about. Then, Janet asked, "Grace, do you want to put it on?" I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. My hands waved frantically and my lips rushed out a response. “No. No. No.”

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

I'm dressed in a black turtleneck sweater that has a high neckline and long sleeves. The sweater is made of a soft, knit fabric and has a ribbed texture around the neck and cuffs. Then over the sweater, I'm wearing a beige high waisted, wide leg pants. I'm usually not a fan of high heels, it hurts my ankles like crazy, but my mom made me wear it because according to her, wearing heels makes one look classy and I have to look classy enough to be worthy of being married into the Griffins family.

I sighed deeply and pushed off the bed, my legs shaky as I headed to the bathroom and stripped. In minutes, I was done and toweled my body, putting on jeans and a christmas themed sweater because it was christmas anyways.

And when I looked in the mirror… I didn’t hate it. That was a small victory. I stepped out. Mariah’s eyes widened. “Jess.” “What?” I asked nervously. She pointed at me dramatically. “That sweater was made for you. You look like the main character in a Christmas movie.” I huffed. “Do I look like I’m about to bake cookies and fall in love with a small-town carpenter?” “Yes,” she said immediately. “And Noah Carter would absolutely be the carpenter.” I shoved her shoulder, laughing.

“This one’s… bold.” A sound escaped him—a short, punched-out breath that was almost a laugh. “Jacob. He chose the yarn. A six-year-old’s color theory.” He took it from me, holding it up. It was small, Eleanor-sized. “It is objectively hideous. She wore it every Sunday for video calls during his last year. He called it her ‘happy confusion’ sweater.” The story was a complete data point, rich and painful. Luther held the garish sweater, his knuckles white on the wool.

My Friday night gig is not happening tonight, because it is Christmas Eve and they decided to close the Nightingale Cafe for the evening. Getting dressed I go festive with a red velvet button up shirt over a black fitted tee and these forest green skinny cords that Nova found for me with my Doc Marten boots and all my favorite jewelry. I even play with red lipstain, Fuck it! If anyone has a problem with a guy wearing make-up they can fuck off! *********

I seize her sweater and lift the fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area below it, "You're Christmas beautiful." Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her. She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies. "But you're more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You're hotter than your

Xavier removed the sweater he had on, passing it to Alex. Alex thankfully accepted the piece, still in a bit of a daze. He looked down at the white garment, unsure if he were really looking at it. Of course, he still put it on. He was freezing but the second he did, he was hugged with Xavier warmth, the piney vanilla scent like a spell to dispel Alex’s troubles away. The sweater was understandably big, Alex’s hands completely lost in the sleeves but that somehow made Alex feel snugger, pulling the hood over his frozen ears.

I’m kinda embarrassed but at the same time happy he isn't embarrassed to kiss me in front of everybody. "Your Christmas gift" i say handing over the gift box. "What's in it!" He asks. "Find out" I say smiling. I hope he likes the gift. "Thank you" He says kissing me again. I got him a knitted sweater.” I know it's not much but I had no idea what to get you”. "I have something for you" "Really?" I say, already excited. "Yes" he says handing over a small wrapped box. I open it only to find a very beautiful silver necklace. I'm sure this costs a fortune.