Nezuko Sweater Novels & Stories

“That look on your face reminds me of a spark catching fire. So... Ember.” My cheeks warmed as I shoved him lightly in the shoulder. “Yeah... No, don't even.” “Nope. I’m committing to this one,” he replied, walking off reluctantly and I smiled, knowing fully well that he wasn't going to commit. I followed him into a clothing district lined with display windows filled with elegant skirts, warm sweaters and jackets woven with runic threading for elemental resistance, things I had never seen before. Loren held up a soft beige sweater against me.

I said, and the name felt right in my mouth. "Don't thank me yet. Just make sure you come back tomorrow morning so you can tell me how much you hated the cold," she winked, pulling a long strand of green wool from her basket. "I’ve got a sweater started for you. It’s a hideous shade of moss, but it’ll keep the wind out of your bones. I expect you to be alive to wear it." I stayed with her for an hour, watching the needles click and listening to her talk. I walked back to my chambers later that morning, the dried plum still sweet on my tongue. My father had declared me dead to the South, and the Council was waiting for the Prince to tear me apart, but in a small, glass-walled room, a stranger

He stepped closer and picked up the sweater, carefully inspecting it. Aito went into his bathroom and turned on the tap, preparing a bath. He wanted it to serve as background noise. Besides, he actually needed a bath. He smelled like Haruto's cologne all over and he hated it. Tobio slowly turned the sweater and something about the collar caught his attention. He gently turned the fabric slightly inside out and tucked along the inner seam of the collar, was a tiny round device no larger than a coin. He knew it! They all stared at each other for some seconds.

It was a knitted muffler of brown color with F and N written on either side of it with off-white wool. “Do you like it?” I nodded, admiring the effort she made for Muffler, even though, as a werewolf, I barely wear warm clothes. I received a sweater as my fifth gift. “I was knitting warm clothes for our pup, so I thought to knit one for you. Now, you and Nico can twin because his sweater is similar to yours. “Thank you,” As my sixth gift, I received a watch. “You made it too?” I asked suspiciously.

I looked down to find that I was still in my yoga pants and sports bra, except this time I was also dressed in a sweater that wasn't mine. It was a gray sweater with a simple black Nike logo on it. It was the kind without a zip and pockets in the front. It also had a hoodie, and it was unbelievably comfortable. I don't think I'll be parting ways with it any time soon. Being the weirdo I am, I brought it up to my nose and inhaled. I got dizzy just from the scent before giggling to myself. I got out of bed to find that I didn't have socks on. There was a black pair of slippers on the ground, and I figured why not, so I put them on.

“Ok, we’ll wait here.” When she came back, she found the two of them in kimonos. “Where did...” “They were renting them over there and there are lockers to put your stuff in since you know, no pockets. We got you one too.” He was holding up one that was icy blue with frost-like patterns and faded into a white colour at the hem of the sleeves and skirt. “Only if you admit it.” “Admit what?” “You know exactly what I'm talking about.” “Ok then. Raisins are the disgusting dead grapes that they are.”

Charlie showed a victorious smile and sipped the red wine, admiring it with a squinting look. The second button was undone... The third button was undone... She threw the trench coat to the ground. Under the windbreaker was a sweater. The sweater is tight and outlines the graceful lines of a she-wolf. Under the sweater, there was a midi skirt, and under the midi skirt was a pair of stockings. Suzan kicked off her boots, took a deep breath, pulled off the silk scarf around her neck, and rolled up her sweater in a panic when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her.

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

Serenity accepted her best friend’s offer to watch over the shop. She got her things ready before taking out a copper wire tree from under the cash register to give to Zachary. She said, “I made this for you. Do you like it? The maneki-neko is not ready yet. I’ll probably need time until tomorrow morning to give you the finished product.” Zachary took the miniature tree and was pleased that he had a bigger pot than Callum’s. With the callous lines along his face softening, he replied gruffly, “Sure.”

Even though he could still feel pain if pressure was applied, it was still recovering fast. And so, after 45 minutes of battling with a picky Alfie on which scarf Iandor has to use, or which coat he doesn't want to wear, Alfie ended up settling the auburn-haired male in a light brown sweater over a puffer down white jacket with a soft faux-fur hoodie. Oh, also not forgetting the red woolly scarf wrapped cosyly around his neck. "Awww. You're so fluffy!", he cooed. But then.. "Can i eat you?", his monotone question literally gave Iandor chills from head to toe.