Vegeta Sweater Novels & Stories

“Morning, warrior-to-be! Let’s get you dressed for victory.” I eyed the pile she dumped on the bed: high-end leggings with reinforced panels, moisture-wicking tops, and sports bras that looked more like fashion statements than functional wear. “These look… expensive. And tight. I was thinking sweats.” Amara waved that away with a grin. “Sweats are for hiding. You need to feel powerful. Who knows who might be watching you out there?” She winked, clearly enjoying herself. “A certain tall, scarred Alpha who’s been extra attentive lately? Come on, try the black set. It’ll hug everything in the right way and still let you move.”

Giada said to her friends on FaceTime. As she stood in front of her closet, running her fingers along the edges of her favorite sweater, her mind raced to come up with the perfect look for her next movie date. She scanned her closet; her eyes fell on a classic white top. Fresh and clean, it was the epitome of timeless chic. It could be dressed up or down for any occasion. Then she spotted a knit caramel sweater. The warm color promised comfort and warmth, perfect for the cold winter days ahead. The oversized fit flowed effortlessly over her figure, adding a touch of sophistication to her look.

Her breasts were really saggy. Sofia turned from her. I don’t want to see this, she thought to herself as she darted into the room. She grabbed the first thing she saw to cover up Vivenne. It was an oversized sports jersey with the name of some team she didn’t recognize splayed across the front. Under the writing was a whale. She tossed it to Vivenne. “Seriously?” Vivenne barked. “The Humpbacks? They’re the lousiest team in the league! I can’t wear this.” Vivenne, still fully naked, held the jersey out for Sofia to take back.

she knew literally everything Hazel had in her closet. "This one?" she showed it to the camera. "Yeah ... try that one ..." Hazel took off her jeans instead and reached into her closet again, "How about this? I think this would look good with a tank top instead of the sweater?" she took one of her denim overall, the skinny one. Jan grunted, "I give up ... well I guess that will look good with a black tank top." "Or the white Tee-shirt?" she grinned still contemplating to use the shirt.

Callia uttered with a grin, “I think even my pet dog can’t fit into a sweater knitted by Xavier.” A sweater for her? Even Callia would be terrified to put it on. She probably would not even get her head through the collar.

Definitely worse than Penny, I thought with a smile. We started selecting cute outfits, Vita was on the other side of the aisle also picking out clothes. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, but whenever I looked back I don't see anyone. Vita called my name, snapping my attention to her. I was probably just thinking too much. "Look at this! It's so cute, what do you think?" She asks, I take a look at the cloth. It's a baby blue onesie, It has a writing, 'I love daddy and mommy' with a heart beside it, boldly printed on it.

I say. Matt comes out of my closet shaking his head and takes them from me and hangs them back up. “I will allow one of them to go with you, and only the black sweater because the rest are fucking hideous. Also to make sure you don’t sneak the rest of them with you, I’ll be checking your closet before you leave.” Matt said.

But we’d gone through the tunnels without getting my court clothes dirty. “If they broadcast anything from the courthouse this morning, you're in the same outfit.” Theo pulled off his sweater and handed it to me, leaving him in an emerald-green T-shirt that pulled tight around his muscles. He was going to make some lucky werewolf lady a very tasty husband. “Put this on,” he said. I took a snuff of his sweater. It smelled like him, like caramel. “This will even help disguise my scent for anybody who knows me,” I said.

“I would have taken you to your own room to change, but I didn’t want to get interrupted by Hannah or anyone else.” I gingerly pull my arms through the soft, baby blue material. It’s cashmere, I can tell. My father used to have a sweater just like this one and wore it when the weather had even the slightest hint of a bite in the air. The sweater hangs nearly to my sides but the warmth penetrates my skin within seconds. And seconds is all I have because Isaac clasps his hand around mine and yanks me toward the door, and we’re off at the speed of light.

Janet wondered whether she was becoming insane, if she was possessed, or if she was simply losing her mind. "Here." Finn dug into his backpack and pulled out a second sweater. "I figured you’d want another layer, unless your coat is one of those fancy jobs with really thin insulation." "It isn't," she said, slipping out of her leather and taking the sweater from him. It was black in color, thick and lightweight, almost airy, with a faint roughness that suggested some dreamy version of wool. "Okay, so you carry a sword, but you know about Thinsulate," she added, needing to say something with more than two syllables to soften the oddity of wearing his garments. What's the story here? "