Txt Hoodies Romane & Geschichten

He was right. "We... just hung out, you know." I mumbled flatly, not getting into it or properly answering his question but that was all he was going to get. "That's specific." Noah chuckled but luckily then changed the subject. "I think I might start buying more hoodies since I seem to be loosing all of them to you." "Hey!" I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes, feigning a look of offence. "First of all, you offer. Second of all, I look cuter in them and also, I only have two including the one I am wearing."

I was knee-deep in my wardrobe chaos, tossing shirts and hoodies over my shoulder as I tried to decide what to wear. The first day of senior year. My last year in high school. Crazy, right? I already knew what I wanted though — my favorite black hoodie. The one with “Elian” printed across the back in bold white letters, like it had something to prove. I paired it with ripped-free black jeans, clean sneakers, and my head warmer. All black and red, obviously.

Here I was thinking I could make out his identity. Letting my eyes further down his body, he's clothed in a black hoodie that couldn't be seen through. His hands are also all covered and then he's in a black boot. Everything about him screams black and without the need of a soothsayer, he's obviously someone dangerous.

Her bold red lipstick perfectly complemented her fiery hair, and the dramatic eyeliner made her green eyes pop. Cathy, on the other hand, looked like a princess. Her royal blue dress was mid-thigh like mine, but sleeveless with an embroidered bodice that shimmered under the light. Her short blonde hair framed her face, which looked even more delicate and doll-like than usual. She also wore black Louboutins, though hers had a thicker heel. We looked incredible. “I have a feeling tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I whispered, still staring at our reflections. The girls grinned in agreement, and a part of me couldn’t help but wonder what surprises the night would bring.

Vivienne was curled up in Knox’s hoodie. A new one, not the worn and torn piece of comfort she’d clung to for the past year. That one was still safe in her drawer, of course. No way was she letting him throw it out. But this hoodie was soft, still fluffy on the inside, and it smelled like him. Fresh and familiar. Perfect. And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy.

I turned to see Alex leaning against the doorway, a mug of coffee in one hand. "I wasn't snooping." "I didn't say you were." "I was just..." He finished the sentence for me. "...missing him." I sighed. "Is it that obvious?" Alex walked into the room and looked around. "You know what I miss?" "What?" "The fact that he somehow owned fifteen identical black hoodies." I laughed. "They weren't identical." "They absolutely were." "They were different brands." "They were black." "They had personality." Alex looked at me with complete seriousness. "Hoodies don't have personalities."

"Wear these. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." And with that he was out the door. I looked at the hoodie. It was grey and had 'Aaron Walker' written in black font at the back. I sighed before throwing my old clothes and putting the new ones on. I laughed when the shorts looked like three quarter pyjamas due to the height difference.

The man in the black hoodie did not belong to the North. He didn't carry the scent of the pines or the iron of the mountain. He smelled of recycled air, stale coffee, and the electric ozone of a thousand glowing screens. His eyes were not sapphire or gold, but two solid, light-drinking pits of "Pure Ink." As he stood in the courtyard, the vibrant violet lilies beneath his sneakers didn't just wilt; they "Redacted," turning into grey rectangles of censored data.

he said, his eyes fixed on the logo. My heart suddenly began jumping in my chest. I stepped back, my hand flying to the hem of the garment. “What? No!” I needed this hoodie. It would help me through my heat. I didn't even have an Alpha—not even a cruel one like Raymond—to blunt the edge of the pain this time. “What? Do you plan on touching yourself while wearing that felon’s hoodie?” He sneered, stepping forward into the hallway, encroaching on my space. My heart dropped.

he said, stretching out on the couch. "Cool. I’ll hit up Hayden." I shot Hayden a text about the party, but—surprise, surprise—no response. He was probably busy or just straight-up ignoring his phone like usual. After chilling with Finley for a bit, I called it a night and headed back to my room. Lying in bed, I pulled up I*******m and P*******t, scrolling through futuristic costume ideas. After what felt like forever, I finally found the one—a sick-ass silver outfit with holographic details, inspired by Nova from Cybernetic Dawn. It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off.