Messi Blanket Novels & Stories

Dinner went as fast as it came, and my babies and I rested on the couch, watching one of our favourite movies well after dark when Tessa gasped as she sat up. "What is it Tessa?" I sat up immediately after her, worried about the crestfallen look on her face. "I left blankie with Dad. He was feeling chilly, so I gave him to cover up, but he took it away." A slight chill ran through me. Blanket, aka Tessa's blankie, was the one thing that haunted me the most. It was a pink blanket she had since she was a baby, but she was so attached to it, that anytime it went missing or was with someone else, it was a very huge problem.

The moment her arms were free, Leo enveloped her in a ridiculously oversized, impossibly fluffy cashmere blanket he had procured from a hidden cabinet, cocooning her until only her flushed face was visible. "You look like an incredibly expensive, angry burrito," Marco noted dryly, sinking onto the floor beside the divan, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, the harsh Dominant completely replaced by the exhausted, deeply affectionate partner. Jennifer let out a wet, genuine laugh, sniffling as Leo propped her up against his chest, holding a glass of water with a plastic straw to her lips.

Takuto Kimura, now three years old, found himself ensconced in the plush, pastel-colored world of kindergarten—a far cry from the high-rise boardrooms and corporate strategies he was accustomed to. The nap room, with its rows of tiny cots and the faint scent of baby powder, was a particular enigma. Today, however, it presented an opportunity he couldn't resist: the legendary Tyrannosaurus rex blanket. This blanket was the ultimate symbol of prestige and power within the kindergarten world. Its soft fabric, warm embrace, and most importantly, its majestic embroidered T-Rex logo had made it the most sought-after commodity. And Takuto, having been given a second chance at life—this time as a to

My body felt like mush and I loved it. I was pampered in the bath, fed my favorite chocolates, got my hair washed and my body ravished once again in the warm soapy water. Damn was I the luckiest woman or what, I was definitely floating. One of my presents that I got after was a fluffy throw blanket made from cashmere the color was a soft pink with literal threads coated in gold running through it. Nicky most of told Apollo about my obsession with cashmere throw blankets. I even got two matching pillows it was decided I was the luckiest woman in the world. Snuggling deeper into his arms I kissed his chest and he returned it by kissing me in my hair.

He's perfectly cocooned by LV and I'm jealous. Napayuko ako sa sarili’t kumunot ang noo. Noon ko lang napansin na may kaparehong blanket din ang naka- cover sa ‘kin.Color lang ang pinagka-iba, him is black while mine's caramel brown. Alam kong wala iyon kanina bago ako makatulog. Does it mean he let me use his expensive blanket kasi ayawy niyang malamigan ako? Ayaw ko man pero napangiti ako. Shit. Kanina pa ko parang tangang ngumingiti sa mga sinasabi at ipinapakita nito. Kailangan kong kumalma.

The attendant replied again before leaving. "How could not be a blanket in this jet? Miss Don't you think we should ask her for one" Peace suggested "Isabella," Sherry called out to Isabella who looked over. "Yes" "Can I get one of your blanket? Is cold and I would love to cover myself" Sherry asked. "Sorry about that, But my Partner is using it." She smiled politely and turned to Adrian, "Hurry up and cover yourself' She passed the blanket to Adrian. "But he is just your bodyguard. Miss Sherry needs it" Assistant Peace stated.

Tiny embroidered wolves beneath a glowing moon. A quiet forest stretches across the blanket. It isn't flashy. It isn't overly childish. It's peaceful. Home. Without thinking, I pick it up. Running my fingers across the fabric, I imagine wrapping my baby inside it. Safe. Warm. Loved. Before I can second-guess myself, I carry it straight to the register. Raven notices immediately. "I thought we weren't buying extras." "We weren't." "And now?" I smile down at the blanket. "This one already belongs to my baby."

A clean space. My eyes then found, on the armchair near the fireplace, the light blue blanket with little stars. Marco's gift. The physical proof that he saw my future, our future, and accepted it. I picked up the blanket and pressed it against my face, against my chest. It smelled of clean wool and something indefinably safe. I slid down to the floor, leaning against the door, and ran my hand over the now more defined curve of my belly.

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.