Vegeta Sweater Novels & Stories

I wanted to hear their voices. Maya brought in a couple of outfits for me. It was late October; the weather was cool enough to make you quiver in just a plain t-shirt. There were sweaters in different shades, a few tank tops, there were shorts too as well as pairs of jeans in black and blues. “Please feel free to tell me if they aren’t your type. I won’t mind a bit” Maya smiled. “No they’re fine, thank you” I replied checking the sweaters out.

“I said why are you here? Did something happen?” He leans down speaking directly into my ear, “You are here to have fun, I am here to do the same” Goosebumps sprouts all over my arms as his breath fans over my neck, the material of his sweater is so soft, definitely cashmere, it hugged his muscular biceps and torso, leading down to his trim waist, I kept coming back to the jeans, I’ve never seen him in casual wear before, he looks fucking delicious. Yes, I said it.

He thumbs the material of my sweater. “Right? I think it’s so cute” I smile, rocking back and forth. “Why are you wearing a sweater? It’s so hot out” Luke laughs at me. “It’s freezing in the mall” I laugh. “Plus, if I get hot I can just take this sweater off, see” I laugh, lifting the top of my sweater up to expose the bralette. It’s one of the bralette that can also pass as a shirt. It comes down to little before my belly button.

“Something that screams you.” “Denver naman, ang dami mo nang binili noong—” “This one’s for me,” he said softly. “I want to see you wear something I picked.” Inside, a Korean saleslady approached. “Would you like to try winter sets? Couple style?” I choked a little. “Uh… yes. But just individual pieces.” She brought out a beige knit sweater, a scarf, and a beret. “Go try this one,” Denver said, handing it to me.

Not this. As Eva was about to pull the bralette, he stopped her. "Put your clothes on" "What?!!" She asked confused "Why are you wearing that?" He asked pointing to her breasts Eva's faced burned with embarrassment. "Because I like it. Besides ladybug is my favourite cartoon character" she said felling shy. He shook his head helplessly as he put his shirt back on. "Why are you wearing your shirt?...I thought we.." "Do you want to break in half?" He cut Eva off

Next, she found a pair of fitted, high-quality thermal leggings and a matching turtleneck sweater in a deep, rich blue that complemented her complexion. As she unfolded each item, Dwyne marveled at the attention to detail. The coat was lined with a soft, insulated fabric and had an elegant belt cinching the waist, enhancing its tailored look. The leggings and sweater were made from a blend of merino wool and cashmere, promising both comfort and insulation. Each piece was not just practical but stylish, reflecting the meticulous care Bradley had put into ensuring her comfort. Her shocked expression turned to one of genuine appreciation as she realized the extent of Bradley’s planning. “This i

Let him be the one initiating contact for once instead of me engineering another accidental hallway. I dressed for it carefully. Nothing he could point to and name, just a soft green sweater the exact shade Maya once told me made my eyes look worth staring at, sleeves pushed up past my forearms, hair loose instead of tied back the way I wore it for lessons with Cai. I told myself it was armor. My hands, buttoning the sweater's low neckline one notch lower than it needed to be, knew better.

She got up and crossed the room to give Leesa a big welcome back hug. Cali was wearing black jeans and a bright, pinkish-orange lightweight sweatshirt with I LOVE PINK printed across the front in giant block letters. Smaller letters proclaiming PINK RULES ran down the length of one sleeve. Leesa had never seen this sweatshirt on Cali and guessed it was probably a Christmas present. One thing about the Pink people—they were certainly not bashful about letting the world know which clothes belonged to their popular line. “This is my friend Vanina,” Cali said when she let Leesa go.

I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. Today was the day. Hunter's first big match. And Brenda had made sure I was wearing one of the outfits she'd handpicked. "You need to look cute," she'd said over video call last night. "But not regular cute. Killer cute. Make-heads-turn cute." After almost an hour of her bossing me around through FaceTime, we'd settled on this: an oversized black sweater with little gold star details scattered across it. Soft. Fell off one shoulder. Hit mid-thigh.

Thank you very much love. I simultaneously open my eyes as a cry escapes my mouth, and reach out a hand for the cherry-shaded sweater with the number 24 printed in the middle. The mug and the sweater are genuine, I'm not imagining it and that makes me feel abuse in my chest. Without giving up the little infinity, I bring the sweater closer to my face and take a deep breath. It smells like nuts and mint, it smells like him, similar to Melido; I know in my heart that this is the way it smells.