Leukemia Shirts Novels & Stories

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.

"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."

Where on earth would I find the exact shirt he had on? I discreetly looked at it to see if I could spy a logo or any distinguishing mark. But Ur was just a regular, plain white shirt. Damn! Could I even afford it? It looked expensive, like one of Atlas' shirts back at home. I bit back a sigh and nodded. “Of course,” I lied through my teeth. As soon as I spoke, Luca threw his head back, bursting into a loud, belly-deep laugh. I remained standing before him, my cheeks heating up more the longer he laughed.

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.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]