Vegeta Sweater 소설 & 이야기

I may have to thanked him later. I grab one of the bags and opened it, enthusiastically like how I used to open a gift. It was a fuzyy white sweater with a cowl neck which is hand knitted to perfection. I tore the price tag off and pull it over my head, since it's so thick I don't think I needed to wear a bra on. I paired it with a skin tight black leggings and flat leather ankle high boots for my feet. I ran the hair dryer through my hair for a couple of minutes and then pat a very light lip gloss on my soft lips.

She asks me finally sensing that the lady by her side was definitely my mate. “Yea, sure…” I reply awkwardly, stepping back yet not so sure if I was to leave. Nonetheless I couldn't get myself to take my eyes off her, Venom wouldn't allow it and neither will I. She slowly peels the sweater off her, apparently the only piece of clothing she had on asides her underwear.

Rebuilding the very gesture she’d destroyed. After placing the last folded sweatshirt on the shelf, she stood and surveyed the restored wardrobe. She was too stubborn to admit before that she was glad to have more options to wear other than the one running outfit. Needing to change out of her towel she scanned the freshly tidied space for something casual to wear. Her eyes fell on a soft pair of jeans, mid-rise, slightly faded, and a heather-grey sweatshirt with an embroidered silver crescent moon stitched delicately at the collarbone. She hesitated, then reached for them.

I can clearly see in this photo how much fun we had that day. He is also wearing a thick sweater. He told me that from that day on, that sweater would be his favorite because that's what I gave. I already knew that he loves green then, and the color of the sweater is a combination of black and green. I have often seen it on him, which he always uses.

I shook my head, looking away from the sweater. “Well, that’s good to hear. It’s a gorgeous sweater. You should get it.” Yūri insisted, plucking the sweater from the rack. “The gray will make those red locks pop. And you’ve got the shoulders to pull it off.” She nodded, pushing the gray off-shoulder, button side, white zig-zag geometric sweater into my arms. “Um… thanks, Mrs. Konishi.” I frowned. I like the top. It would look good on me. Hell, depending on what Collin has planned, I could wear it tonight. But that thought just made me frown.

Sara nods, “Speaking of ears, can you describe it for me?” “In my head she’s tucking the escaping tendrils of her hair behind her right ear and they didn’t seem to look pointy. Just normal ears and didn’t look like Dumbo’s.” She was silent as she furrowed her brows, “Can you describe to me what she’s wearing?” “She’s wearing my oversized black t-shirt with a v line on the neck area.” “Alright, this will take a few minutes to finish, will it be okay?” I nod. “Of course, thank you so much.”

"Ha! Ha! Ha! That's exactly what you get, you bastard!" I ignored Timothy's teasing and Theós's pleas, twisting around so I could look into the mirror. The sweater by itself was adorable. I happily eyed the long sleeves that encased my arms. Shaded in a dark dusty pink, the knitted wool stretched over my bust, ending near my belly button. The dark material of my legging stretched snuggly over my stomach and down my legs.

"I'll be waiting in the car with your coffee, be quick hm?" Young-Jae hurried to open the bag and gasped at the beautiful sweater inside. It was a grey and white fabric with red details around the neck with a pair of jeans that were distressed around the knees. He quickly slid it over his head and frowned at the size, it landed just below his crotch and the sleeved hid his palms completely so he shrugged and rolled them up to perfection.

"We’re locals. Born and bred." "Then explain why the visiting Alpha had this mess sent over for you." "The Warhawks?" Isaac shook out the heavy material. It wasn't just a jersey; it was a sanctuary of black and red fabric. Santiago Vega’s name was stitched across the shoulders, the number twenty-two standing out like a bloodstain. It was large enough to be a tent, smelling faintly of cedar and the heavy, musky scent of a dominant werewolf. "Holy..." Camila trailed off. "He gave you his actual colors? Isaac, that’s a fated-claim move in some packs. How intense is this guy?"

Then she took her mate’s hand and stepped through the second portal she created before it too disappeared like the one before it. “Here, thought you might need this” Rhea said softly with a warm smile to Twelve, extending her a long sleeve, grey sweater to cover herself with. Twelve looked at the sweater in utter confusion without making a move to take it from her. She turned her head to look at me silently, waiting for me to permit her or not but the look in her eye told me it doesn’t matter to her, that she wasn’t that hopeful a piece of clothing could mean anything about her not being a slave for me.