Novel & Cerita Jacksepticeye Hoodie

“For now, till we figure out what’s happening, you need to hide your lack of injury. First step, look for something, like a hoodie to hide your skin. Then avoid going out today because no one would be expecting you to be standing at all today.” I nodded. I rushed to my closet to get a hoodie. When I stepped out, Shane scowled. “What the hell is that?” I tugged at the hoodie and realized why Shane was glaring. It barely reached my waist. It was a cropped hoodie, it was too cute for what I needed. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “It’s Jasmine’s fault. These are the hoodies she picked when we went shopping last week. She said they were more stylish” I tugged at it again, wishing it would magical

He pushed open the door and without looking in,he entered and closed it slowly, Xayne was engrossed in washing the stain from her shirt that she didn't hear the sound, He shut his eyes tightly and took off his hood revealing his face. "They found me again". He whispered. Xayne froze to the spot and turning back slowly, the hoodie dude opened his eyes at same time like he perceived something and took a step. Their eyes both enlarge in shock as he bumped right straight into her chest. She screamed loudly as she recognized him immediately.

I haven't finished what I was saying when he opened the door,pushed me inside and closed the door "You could have just let me finish what I was saying before pushing me in"I said as I scrutinized through the room. It was like treyson's room but a bit bigger, comfortable and more beautiful than his. I stood beside the bed, checking through what's on the bed when I saw a black hoodie.i picked it up.Young Alpha was inscribed at the back of the hoodie and Treyson was inscribed at the front. "What for?"I asked myself as I noticed a note on the bed,I picked it up to read.

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.

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

His eyes remained locked on his target, watching every twist and turn, calculating every move. Just as the figure reached the entrance, Jayson surged forward, stretching out his arm. His hand closed around the back of their hoodie, yanking them backward with a sharp pull. "You think I came here to joke?" The person stumbled, struggling to break free. They twisted in his grasp, but Jayson tightened his hold. His grip was unrelenting as he spun them around to face him. The hood fell slightly, revealing sharp, alert eyes filled with fear. "Who are you working for? Or do you want me to kill you right here in the open?" Jayson asked, his voice low and dangerous.

ADY "You'd better wear this jacket of mine." We had to go to the store because we were out of candles, and the news said the typhoon might last until tomorrow. When I entered the grocery store and suddenly felt cold, Jasper took off his hoodie and made me wear it. Immediately, I put it on. I smelled Jasper's perfume, which was masculine but not too strong. I feel like a gigantic, hairy bear wearing a hoodie; it envelops my entire body and provides a warm embrace. I could feel the warmth of Jasper's body right away from the jacket.

I pulled the heavy black hoodie over my head, letting the thick cotton swallow my soaked shirt. The scent of winter air and tobacco instantly wrapped around me, a warm shock to my shivering skin. I yanked the collar up high, checking the locker mirror to make sure the dark bruise on my neck was completely buried under the fabric. "Rough morning, huh?" I jumped, my locker door nearly slamming shut. Mason was leaning against the metal locker right next to mine, his arms crossed over his athletic build. He wore a loose gray jersey, his bright eyes fixed right on my face. When he saw me startle, he smiled, a deep dimple appearing on his cheek.

He was wearing a fresh black hoodie, his hair pushed back, and for the first time, he wasn't wearing his glasses. ​He looked... dangerous. ​As he passed, he didn't look at Jax. He didn't look at Sarah. He looked directly at me. He slowed down just enough to let the gold of my bracelet—wrapped loosely around his knuckles like a brass knuckle—glint in the fluorescent light. ​"He's got a lot of nerve," Jax growled, starting to stand up. ​"Jax, don't," I whispered, grabbing his hand. "It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention."