Mordecai Hoodie Novels & Stories

The mall is busy, shoppers filtering in and out of stores, and I spot a few people noticing Kade, a few whispering, but nothing new. Then I see it, and instantly, I know it’s mine. Reaching out, I yank it off the rack and spin, holding it up with pure joy. A neon pink hoodie, obnoxiously bright, with bold white letters stretched across the chest. Daddy’s Favorite. Kade freezes, his eyes drag over the words, and I watch as his jaw clenches. He looks at me like he’s considering murder. “You are not serious,” he mutters. I hold it up to his chest like I’m checking for size. “I think it really captures your essence.”

On either side were two other clan members wearing the same black robes as us. "Welcome" he greeted us then he smiled when he saw me and Lana. Today Dostov is wearing ... the hoodie again. The Harvard University crest on his red hoodie stands out, making me wonder if he actually went to the university the hoodies came from. I've also seen him wearing a hoodie from Princeton University in the past. "Welcome, my faithful followers," Dostov said in a more authoritative voice. One corner of his lips twitched as he saw the scowls on Nick and Greg's faces.

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

GIDEON "Caden fucking Wright? That's who's party we're going to?" I stared at him incredulously. "Is that a problem?" Mordecai tucked the new phone I'd given him into his back pocket. My eyes followed his hands, shifting to the shape of his legs that were outlined by the jeans he wore. I used to never understand why Max wore all of his clothing so tight you could see every dip of his body. Not until now.

it was survival. The crowd’s cups clinked harder, the noise rising, until suddenly… it stilled. A hush swept through the room as a figure appeared. Mordecai. Not dressed in dark Mafia garb, but in white and gold, silk glimmering like sunlit ivory. His presence screamed wealth, indulgence, stolen empires. He climbed the stage, smirk curling like a blade, and took the mic.

CHAPTER 26.2 After a few moments of walking, we have reached a 3-storey building where the American Eagle is. I know the 1st and 2nd floor is American Eagle while the third floor, it’s a beauty salon. Adem and I went inside and I went to the Hoodie Section. "Those are beautiful!" Adem praises the hoodies. He looked at the price tag and his eyes widened. “Damn! Six thousand for a single hoodie???” he said unbelievably and I laugh.

She was wearing a black robe and big slippers. “Here’s the ambulance you asked blimp!” It threw the key at him. "The Doctors and Nurses you asked for are in the two ambulances!" He caught it quickly. Mordecai immediately turned around and went straight to his car. The nurses who saw it shuddered. Yeah, Mordeccai his demented friend is fucking handsome but cold. He thanked Mordeccai and the man just waved back at him. Shaken he opened the door of the ambulance he was carrying.

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

Someone recognized Jennifer and pulled out their phone to take pictures. Jennifer immediately zipped up her coat, her expression darkening. "There are custom project team hoodies. Everyone has one. Must you be so petty?" I let out a derisive snort. Did she think I was blind? The brand logo was plastered all over the hoodie. Just then, Maurice sidled up to her and said pitifully, "Jennifer, Archie seems pretty lonely by himself. How about we stick to the original plan and go to Oakport? I don't want Archie to feel left out.

Till Sunday. In two hours I’m at the Black Estate. I meet Mordecai in the gardens. He’s seated under the cherry blossom tree, having tea. It’s an odd sight. His Doberman dogs resting lazily at his feet, cane in hand, and pink petals caught in his hair. Hades likes flowers. High society would lose their minds if they found out. “You always hated this place,” is the first thing he says to me when I join him. “Not a fan of flowers,”