Leukemia Shirts Novels & Stories

Every billboard, every jumbotron, every taxi-top screen that had been screaming my illness for days had gone black. Then, one by one, they lit up again. Simple white text on black: **CELESTE HART IS A WARRIOR.** **HER HUSBAND IS HER WEAPON.** **TOGETHER THEY ARE UNBREAKABLE.** Below it, in smaller letters: **All Hart Foundation donations today will be matched 10× for leukemia and maternal-health research. Thank you for standing with them instead of against them.** I made a sound (half sob, half laugh) and the monitors went wild.

the announcer says, and I smile when I spot the friendly group of females. Their white dresses are similar in style to ours and look good against their skin tones. They take their seats quickly and the arena goes quiet. "Now that the announcements have been read let me repeat the colors. Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scanning on the screens, and you can pick them up once the matches are set. Now let's bring back out the Males," the Kea says excitedly, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come onto the f

Dark suits hung in there, perfectly arranged. Lewis' frown deepened as he searched through them. “Do you own anything normal?” “I own many normal things.” “No,” Lewis corrected, “I mean casual.” Derek leaned lightly against the wardrobe. “I don’t do casual things.” “That’s concerning.” Lewis kept looking. “Black. White. Black. White.” He looked back at Derek. “Do you dress like you’re attending your own funeral every day?” Derek didn’t answer immediately. Lewis finally stopped at a white shirt and pulled it out.

—with rhinestones, painted hearts, and what looked to be glitter glue in the form of a rattle? Underneath it all stood the whole Thompson-Auburn tribe, boisterous, proud, and unrepentantly quirky… clad in coordinated T-shirts. Bubblegum and powder blue. Big block letters. "WELCOME HOME FUTURE PARENTS," they said—each shirt daringly worn like a uniform of baby-pressure combat. Damian came to a stop mid-step. "Oh god. It's a baby ambush." Eliana blinked, then squinted. "They… they made merchandise?"

His jaw clenched. "What is this?" he demanded. "A shirt," I said sweetly, unfurling the bright pink fabric for him to see in all its ridiculous glory. "Your new favorite shirt, actually. You’ll be wearing it to the next pack gathering." He looked utterly horrified. I bit back a laugh. "Oh, come on, Helios," I teased. "I think it’ll suit you perfectly."

It was a simple black tank top that cut off above the midriff. There was a Spade on the front with a “Q” inside of it, and on the back, black letters spelled out “Certified Black Cock Slut”. It arrived in a plain brown box with a note that read “NO BRA!!!”. The words were underlined several times, and the note was signed “June Maki, CoS Wardrobe Department”. After trying it on in the mirror, sans bra of course, I made a mental note to give June the biggest hug in the world when I finally met her.

Chapter 7 "Here it is," Levi said, pulling out a book from the shelf, which read, "The moonlit pack alongside the Same logo on my shoulder. "That's it, it's the exact same" I said, dragging down my shirt off my left shoulder revealing the tatoo. • • • • • • •

The crowd loved them. Kylian started tossing Snow Bears wristbands into the mass of people. Freddie upped the ante by throwing snapbacks. I grabbed the bag behind us and pulled out the custom shirts Ledger and I had made last night. They said: Vote L + C — For the Chaos. “You really want us to win this thing, huh?” I asked, handing one to Ledger. “Not really, I'm doing it for you.” he said. “And I like watching you campaign.” “What a sap.” I quipped, smirking.

Very Kingsman. I go over to the shelves and run my fingers across the shirts on the hangers. Over half the shirts are white. Some have thin red, blue, or green stripes. Others are pastel colors—light blue, pale pink. On quite a few, the placket and underside of the collar are contrasting colors, clearly a style he favors. Another rack contains more casual dress shirts—mostly dark colors: purple, black, and navy-blue, some of them patterned: paisley, checked, or with flowers.

Copyright ©️ 2022 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “Why my shirt?” She laughs, actually laughs at me. “You really don’t pay much attention do you? You have been around her plenty, taht you should have noticed, but maybe you didn’t because your scent has faded over the last ten years. “ I can feel myself getting agitated and so is Titan. “You need to just get to the point and tell me what to do to help my mate.” “Hey, don’t snap at me little Alpha, I did get to the point and you questioned it. Leah wears the black t-shirt you gave her when we were ten and doing the high jump out of the tree. Do you remember?”