Tmnt Blanket Throw Novels & Stories

“I remember those days.” “You can remember that far back, Row?” Junior teased. “You be nice, little boy.” She advised watching as Bunny pulled out tissue paper. “Your momma said that you were doing a faery theme.” The large crocheted blanket started to unfold as it came out of the bag. On a blue-sky background with flowers around the edges, faeries, butterflies and dragonflies were caught in midflight. A matching crocheted faery doll fell out and Ty caught it just before it hit the ground.

'The blanket,' Ruby snarls, my eyes snap to the folded blanket that is resting on the lounge at the foot of our bed. "Ruby, you need to help Raven settle down, Osric and Jonathan are on their way home." Embry grabs my arms when I lunge for the blanket. Struggling in his arms, I whimper and fight to get to the blanket Jonathan scented before leaving. "Give me the blanket," Ruby's voice bleeds into mine as we whine and fight Embry's arms around us.

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.

A wool blanket that smells like dust and old smoke. I tear another strip from the curtain and wrap it around myself, knotting the fabric at one shoulder and cinching it at the waist with twine. The result looks somewhere between survival gear and a very questionable woodland kimono. Aiden studies it briefly. "It works." "It's not a fashion show." His mouth twitches slightly. He's still barefoot. Still bare-chested. Tattoos curl across his arms, chest, and throat like something carved into him instead of inked there.

“It’s under the bed.” Tatum grins, jumping up as she pops under the bed and pulls out a large box. The same box she gave me the purple blanket in. she chuckles, shaking her head the second she recognizes it. “Is this the blanket that just goes back and forth?” she asks as she pulls it open. Her eyes grow wide as she pulls a plush, brand new purple blanket from the box, tears in her eyes as she hugs it to her naked body.

Who could’ve thought that he would put an end to the decades-long animosity between Salamanders and Undines? Magnar proved to be a real sportsman. He even lifted Temujin for some crowd surfing and a slight toss in the air; the second, Temujin would learn, was a taste of the northern festival custom of “blanket tossing”, in which hunters were celebrated by throwing them high in the air on a big circle of patched-up seal skins. “I was told that you wish to see my father. Unfortunately, he’s away on one of his expeditions. I offer my assistance in any way you require it.”

"Pass the blanket, Franklin. It's cold in here." Franklin passed the blanket. It was a cheap, scratchy wool throw. It didn't keep them warm. Nothing would ever keep them warm again.

And frowned when I saw that Nathan was still lying there, completely unbothered, one arm behind his head like this was the most normal situation in the world. “Are you serious right now?” I hissed under my breath. “Very,” he murmured, clearly amused. The officer cleared his throat loudly. “Right,” he said, pulling a blanket from his bag and tossing it toward us. “Let’s start with that.” I caught it immediately, wrapping it tightly around myself like it was my only lifeline.

The truth of his words hung in the air between us, as undeniable as the moon above. Before I could reply, Ryder appeared behind him, a flash of movement in the periphery. He held a thick, woven blanket draped over one arm, his expression a familiar mix of exasperation and affection. “She wasn’t going to freeze alone out here. Figured I’d join the rooftop brooding party.” He raised an eyebrow at Caden, who merely offered a slight, knowing smirk. Ryder chuckled and, with a flourish, threw the blanket over my shoulders, wrapping me in its soft warmth. “For our radiant Luna,” he murmured, his gaze warm, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"What is it? What if you need my firepower?" Jimmy reached in the cart and pulled another blanket out. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just some weird movement. Maybe a bit of trash or something. We're just going to check it out then we'll be right back." He threw the blanket over her shoulders and pulled it tight at her chin. He leaned down and looked into her eyes. "Why don't you take this time to stretch your legs?" He turned and called over his shoulder. "Lexi?" She jogged up to him. Her modified tactical gear fit tight on her body to keep her warm. "Yes?"