Knit Nook Novels & Stories

I was eight. We’d just finished a full-moon feast, and Declan Kelly had ordered the unmated females down to the lodge’s basement. Aunt Nola left the bag I’d made her on the table. I’d made it from an old denim shirt and cross-stitched it with the treasures she always brought me back from her rambles—walnuts, blackberries, nettles, pretty stones. She loved her bag—it was her favorite thing—so I decided to take it to her. To make her feel better.

But what is she hiding? I'm planning to go to Red Moon Pack. But for now, I still can't because I have quite a lot of knitting orders. I don't want to disappoint my already growing number of customers. Moreover, when I finished my work on wedding souvenirs, more and more people ordered my knitting. "We're getting more and more orders, ma'am," said Irene. “Yes, Irene. "That's also because of your hard work all this time." I don't want to be proud of myself because I can't do anything if they don't help me.

She also didn't see how blankets would help her be a good Luna. Instead of jumping right into knitting she decided to read first and got out one of the books. The Inner Pack. It was a novel. Not a guide or informational book, but a fictional novel? She staired at it in confusion for a few minutes before she picked it up to start reading.

Alina’s Point of View ~~Sixteen Years Ago~~ The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting golden light over the courtyard. The scent of fresh earth mixed with the lavender bushes that bordered the space, filling the air with a calming fragrance. I sat cross-legged on a small wooden stool, struggling to knit a tiny sweater. “Mama, look!” I giggled, holding up the uneven fabric. The stitches were lopsided, the pattern a mess, but I was proud.

It was a rainy day, so Serena decided to stay in. She sat by the window and started to knit a sweater with Mr. Knickers cuddling up next to her. Ally and Ariana always laughed at her for loving to knit as she wasn't your average feminine type. But she inherited the hobby from her mom. Whenever it felt like her world is about to crumble, she knitted. It calmed her down. It was a nice distraction from all the craziness that surrounded her.

A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOAH?!" To be continued... *** Hi guys this is my first English story. Mark if there is a word error, okay. Don't forget criticism and suggestions. Thank you n see you

Maxwell blinked at Jennifer's retreating figure and smiled helplessly. After entering the study room, Jennifer quickly found Quincy. "Where do you usually get the yarn to knit scarves? Can you teach me how to knit one?" "Why… do you want to knit a scarf?" Quincy looked at the one around Jennifer's neck. "Aren't you wearing a branded scarf? You can afford them, so why do you want to knit one yourself?" Jennifer smiled awkwardly. "Actually, I want to knit one for my husband. But I don't know how to do that. Can you teach me? Also, can you accompany me to buy some good yarn tonight?"

Mira told me. *** Nan and I are seated on the floor knitting. I am smiling at her, just happy that she is here—happy that I get to seat with her. “You are really terrible at this, Nora, but don’t worry. I will knit a sweater for you to wear during winter,” Nan said, and I smiled in response. There is a knock on the door. Nan got up to open the door. There are muffled voices. “You can’t come in here—-“ it Nan’s voice.

How is it? "Oh. I see...quite okay" "You're not impressed? "I thought it was huge, like uhmmm. " "Hey! It's a room not a department in a fashion company. So what should we do? "I wanna learn how to knit. I want to knit a sweater for Gavin and give it to him on Christmas" "Oh my. So sweet of you. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be perfect at knitting. So sha we begin? "Yes I'm ready"

Noah’s tone became warmer. “Did you buy this for me?” Before Gwynn could answer, he said, “There’s no need to knit things on your own. It’s a lot easier to buy what you need.” Her face was pale when she sat up and took the ball of yarn from him. Then, she ran her fingers over its smooth, soft surface longingly. She hesitated for a while before she spoke. “I bought it for Lorian!” Noah’s face immediately froze.