Knit Nook Novels & Stories

I want to give up; knitting is harder than cooking. Helena and Beta Viola took turns teaching me to knit; they were patient and encouraged me. "Don't give up, Luna. You can do it." Helena consoled me. Within two hours, Helena had made three beanies. She will give the beanie to the omegas who work in her house. "I've tried, and I'm still trying." I stare at my knitting. It's sad; I can't do anything.

Kaitlyn sat on a chair at the window and took her knitting box, it didn’t take long before she started knitting. Out of the entire Jules family, she had been able to have connection with only one person. It wasn’t an ideal type of relationship she wanted to have with an in-law but Nicholas was her only option at getting rid of pesky things. It wasn’t ideal but she wasn’t complaining, as long as her brother-in-law was useful whenever she needed him. Her thoughts ran a thousand miles in her head before coming to a halt, her brain quieted and the silence surrounding her became even more pronounced, but her hand never stopped moving and she knitted into the night.

I could no longer rely on her for everything and had to figure out a bunch of things myself. “Of course, honey. I’d give it to you.” I smiled at her with gratitude. I didn’t know what to make of her kindness yet, and I didn’t think much of it… until she invited me to what she called her knitting room. And truth be told, it was just that. The room was small, just enough to accommodate three people comfortably, and it was filled with wardrobes, all housing different types and colors of yarns. Along with varieties of knitting pins.

It was the one thing that made me feel like I had control, even if it was just over a pair of needles and some yarn. I glanced around, realizing I had left my knitting kit in the mini living room downstairs. Of course. I sighed heavily. It was the last place I wanted to go right now, especially with Danzo lurking somewhere in the house. But I couldn’t sit here feeling like this, doing nothing. I needed to knit, to lose myself in the rhythm of it. I grabbed my shawl, wrapping it around my shoulders as I headed for the door.

“This one.” Knoxx looks at it skeptically. “Doesn’t scream luxury, but... fine. You’re the boss.” We both laugh softly as he adds it to our growing cart. When we pass by the kitchenware section, Knoxx surprises me by stopping in front of a set of cooking utensils. He picks up a sleek spatula, twirling it in his hand like it’s some kind of weapon. “What are you doing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Preparing for battle,” he quips, grinning.

I mumbled softly. “You can order some maternity clothes online if you want to later today. They get shipped here quickly,” Nolan commented as he watched me trying to find something that would stretch over my growing pup bump. Grabbing an oversized shirt and stretchy leggings I got dressed not even concerned with Nolan standing there watching me. Once I finished his arm circled my shoulders and he smiled. “Nathan is making breakfast for us and Ryken.” “Good thing because I am starving,” I said with a yawn.

Knox stayed in the car, which was correct, which was exactly what I needed. Her apartment was organized by a system I recognized because I had my own version of it — tools and materials near the places they were used, nothing where it didn't have a function, the clarity of a space built around actual life rather than performance of life. She had a worktable in the corner covered in the materials of a specific craft I hadn't identified yet. Not tools — fabric, small parts, a kind of detailed assembly work. "I make things," she said, following my look. "Jewelry, mostly. Some small mechanisms." She paused. "I don't have pack craft language for it. I just — I like making things that work."

I hate it when people lie to me, it makes me feel like I don't know them at all, I was the only one at home so I decided to spend time knitting the unfinished table clothe that my mother started I left my room and made my way downstairs, I got to the living room but even before I could sit I heard a knock on the door, I went to go open it but was more surprise to see Nile standing before my door sweating profusely “Nile are you okay?” I looked around to see if he came with anyone but he came alone and no one was with him, “Can I come in?” He asked and I nodded as I paved the way for him to enter while I closed the door, I took out the wool I would be using as I sat on the bare floor and bega

It's organized to look like a rainbow, going from as low as the floor all the way to the ceiling. "Come look." Pierce says excitedly, pulling me gently towards the corner of the room. There's a small table next to a huge, plush recliner. I touch it and feel it rock easily under my fingertips. Stacked on the table are books on learning to knit as well as patterns for different projects. Pierce nudges me gently towards a chest on the ground. I kneel down and open it to see more knitting needles than most craft stores have. They range in sizes, lengths and some even have cords connecting them.

“Adorable and productive.” He marched toward the closet with a strange kind of determination. Both Alphas watched him disappear, only to return seconds later with a bundle of yarn, needles, and something tangled enough to be dangerous. “What is that?” Alaric asked warily. “Hope,” Kael beamed, holding up his collection. “I’m going to knit a sweater for our baby.” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You know how to knit?” “Grandma taught me.” Kael plopped himself back on the bed and started untangling the yarn. “It was that or embroidery, and embroidery made me bleed. So.”