Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

Someone’s quickly reeled in. ‘Like you aren’t turned on by him.’ Cardinal scoffed. I rolled my eyes, shutting my door as I followed André. My brow furrowed as I looked at the back of his polo. I’d thought it was just your average black cotton polo when he walked in. Boy, was I wrong. I’ve said that he has a style all his own. Well, this shirt certainly proves it. On the back is a rainbow of glitter, the outline of a wolf howling, a moon with several stars, and the words ‘Always Fabulous under it in bold white font.’

I nod along as we enter the beige shop. The inside is anything but. Bright colors splash the walls with silly designs painted in patterns. Racks, one after the other, grace most of the floor plan; leaving room for three registers and a section for shoes. Signs label the store with "knit" "Tee's" "denim" as well as slightly bigger signs reading "Masculine" and "Feminine." "We'll start with the shirts and maybe dresses? If you'd like. Do you prefer the more masculine style shirts or is it just Xavier's?" The blush hit full force as Zay wacked Josh upside the head.

Rather, he told her to go take a bath. *~* Mystique stared at her reflection in the mirror. After taking a long shower, she put on the clothes that were given to her by Damien. She stared down the shirt that was a little bit above the knee, she couldn't help but feel all giggly inside as the soothing scent of sandalwood reached her nose, she inhaled deeply. She stared at her reflection again, her spiky hair was tied up in a messy bun while her green eyes were hidden behind those glasses.

Grid looks down at her shirt and her face lights up with understanding. "Oh, like this!" she says as she beams back at me, "That is definitely a good idea. But you might want to pick one that's not as white as this." "You're right," I say as I eye the shirt she happens to have donned. It's a button-up white shirt with light thin white-grey stripes running up the length of it. She's wearing a nice chic black pair of pants underneath, which brings out the white of her shirt. The buttons are milky clear, which gives an overall soft look. But it looks good on Grid because of her skin tone, which is slightly tanned, but for my pale white skin, it would look awful.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

✨MILLICENT✨ I've been standing here for long now and I don't know if I can stand any longer again. I am sure this is the address my informants had given me. "Ehem!" I heard a voice clear the throat. It startled me a little and I turned to see him. It was really him, though looking all shaggy. He was putting in dirty pair of jeans that were black in colour and his cream white shirt had blood red stains on it. Honestly, the stains look so much more like blood stains.

Lady Amethyst looked entirely too satisfied with herself, Mira thought. She watched her mother leave the room and turned to her bed where she had laid the "clothes" that she would wear for the day's trip. Picking up the trousers, Mira had to admit that they were a great deal lighter in weight than her usual dresses. A lot lighter. Pulling them up, she realized that they buttoned up on each side of the front and had a row of three buttons to secure the cuff of the pants a bit more snug that they already were if she wished. As she was pulling on the white shirt she realized it wasn't silk, but a very finely milled cotton. Buttoning up the shirt she noticed a pair of socks. She pulled these on

With a deep breath, I picked out a simple outfit, a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. The shirt was made of soft, cool cotton, the kind that felt like a gentle caress against my skin. It was a pale blue color, the same hue as the sky on a clear summer day. The fabric flowed around me like a gentle breeze, as if wrapping me in a comforting embrace. The sleeves were long, covering my arms and offering a sense of protection. The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes.

Luke said, as he stood between me and Falcon. I took my shirt off and turned toward my friends. Jace jumped up and grabbed my shirt. I could hear the murmurs as I turned to face Falcon, and the crowd got a look at the mark on my back. Jace was holding my shirt to his face, and I almost started laughing. ‘Focus, Kai, or you might just get your ass handed to you tonight.’

, I chuckled and she too cracked up. "Wow, this shirt is... Just amazing.", Her eyes twinkled, gawking at the shirt. It was a plain white shirt with a half collar still it could captivate your eyes within a moment. White was always his favourite and I love this colour on him. "Gotta go now. He would be waiting for me.", Stretching my hand to her, I smiled. "Oh yes! Thank you for this. I'm already obsessing over it.", Shaking hands, she pointed to the shirt.