Leukemia Shirts Novels & Stories

The white shirt was their most basic piece, but it was made of excellent fabric and was tailored to perfection, luxurious yet understated. "This is for you." Renee held up the shirt in front of Marcelo, trying to make it up to him.

God, she was pretty. And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that. It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set of feminine breasts. When my brain finally registered what I was seeing, my eyebrows perked up and my gaze wander

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

Andrews nods at both Laynie and myself and heads for door behind Stephanson. Before they can open the door, a question is shouted behind me. "Do you shop somewhere specific for those shirts, or do you have to get them ordered in?" Anna laughs. Stephanson turns around and smiles sinisterly at her. "Delula right?" Stephanson says her last name with a smile. We all become silent and when I glance at Anna her eyes are wide. "No, my niece has Leukemia, and she likes to draw me fighting the bad guys every day. Each time she draws me, I'm in a funny looking outfit. Job won't allow me to wear funky outfits, so I just get the shirt she draws me in, custom made. I'm happy to oblige. You see that's wha

"Maybe… off the shoulder?" During our conversation, Lexi had her sketchbook out and was busy drawing. When she showed it to me, it was even better than I had imagined. Lexi flipped through her sketchbook, her pencil already gliding across the paper in swift, confident strokes. "Now, Luna gowns are traditionally white," she explained, "symbolising purity—not in the way humans mean it, but in the sense of devotion to the pack. But that doesn't mean we can't add some individuality."