Sloth Blanket Novels & Stories

Penny said, excitedly. I was about to ask her who it was when one package caught my eye. The sage green floral pattern was laying on top. Dropping the shoes, my body moved on it’s own to grab the package and pull the three blankets out. The material was exactly the same from what I saw. The floral was a perfect match. Elijah had the dark blue mountains and Cooper had prints of the stages of the moon on it. “Colt?” Penny touched my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.

Her hair swayed with each step she took. This was were she was going to stay for the next five years. Her eyes wandered towards the bed, her brows furrowed. The bed sheet and blanket was made with an expensive and rare material that she recognized. The hide of Dondrun White Fox. A fox only found in the east of Shkrade, Kamhala. Imagining it's softness, She couldn't wait to roll on it.

It took away the moral inhibitions that had prevented most people from crossing certain lines. Three weeks after we returned from Switzerland, I was mailed a parcel. No return address, only my name and our current address in a stylishly written handwriting that would have fit perfectly between the pages of a calligraphy textbook. The guards outside inspected it closely before bringing it inside, looking for bombs, chemical hazards, biological threats — anything that would hurt us. Inside was a baby blanket. Lovingly made, obviously lovingly made from beautiful soft white wool with tiny stars and moons embroidered all around the edge. High-quality professional work, the sort of thing that ran

blanket, their breaths steady in the warm air, their tunics bright and clean, the air soft against their skin, their weapons set aside, the tension of battle replaced by the warmth of family, the sunlight illuminating their faces, the air thick with the scent of pine, honey, and the earthy musk of their closeness, their wolves—Luna, Shade, Ember, Boulder, Spark, and Dawn—lounging at the edge of the glade, their fur ruffled by the breeze, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the glade a haven of love, their soft murmurs and laughter filling the space, the warmth of the forest a mirror to the joy in their hearts, the Frostspire a distant memory, the glade a sanctuary for their celebratio

Out of the world of herbal induced sleep that always lands me back home, back in hell, back to reality. My eyes pop open, my heart pounding from the visit down memory lane, and I sit up, something falling from my body. I reach down and touch it, a soft, plush texture in my hands, and I lift it to my nose, inhaling. The light scent of Tatum fills my lungs, and my mood feels instantly lighter. When I move to stand, moving the blanket off me, my finger getting tangled in a hole. I guess she gave this blanket a decent amount of use over the years.

I already unpacked my toothbrush and makeup this morning when I was getting ready for my meeting. The last thing to be put away was the most important item in my bag. It was my mom’s blanket. It was Light gray in color with patterns of white lilies covering it. It was a light blanket, not too thick. It still smelled like my mother. I pitched the blanket in a way that it would flatten out. Smiling at how it complemented the blanket already on my bed. I am lucky I got away with that blanket. I don’t think Alpha Thane knew about it, if he did, he didn’t say anything. I packed it along with my clothes wanting to have a piece of my home with me when Alpha Thane took me.

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.

"No. Then what is the point of keeping this secret?" "What is the secret of this place?" I asked. Windriel just gestured with his head, simply telling me to watch and learn. I simply looked around while Windriel moved me around the long path of the dungeon. The first room we reached was full of high-quality blankets made of fur. I was about to admire the blanket, but thinking it was made of fur, does that mean it comes from the lycans? "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked with a smile.

Chloé asked, yawning as she wandered in, dragging her security blanket behind her like an adorable Linus. Rohan’s mom made the blankets using some of Rémi’s old clothes after he passed away. She may not have liked the man, but she has accepted the girls as her granddaughters and wanted them always to have something of him. So one side is a patchwork of his shirts while the other is soft, Minky fabric. It’s also a good way to know which twin is which. Chloé’s blanket has morning glory pink, while Célia’s is pale turquoise.

He looks around and is beginning to wonder, to really wonder if there is something to this whole enchanted forest stuff. Just as he promised Mr. Garrett leaves them a spare blanket, along with the rum, giving them three in total as they already had two blankets in the back of the sleigh to begin with. Wisps of snow begin to fall out of the dark sky as John hurries to fashion them a bit of shelter. He drapes the extra blanket, plus his blanket, over the top of the sloped covering of the sleigh letting them hang down the previously uncovered sides. Luckily the wind has dropped off to a faint whisper, but still the night is growing colder so John feels a bit better now that the open sides of th