We Got That Hood Love Novels & Stories

A deep plum-colored hoodie and matching track pants. I pursed my lips, a bitter taste in my mouth. I looked down at the old, soft Riverbank hoodie. It smelled like the Ambrose manor now—stale and cold—but if I pressed my nose to the inner collar, I could still imagine the faint, ghostly scent of Damon. After a long while passed, I sighed and finally pulled the old hoodie over my head, feeling a strange sense of loss as the fabric left my skin. I shoved it deep into the bottom of the bag.

His hoodie smells like the way Aiden smells, which is cedar and hospital soap and the smell of a man who is in love with a woman and is not going to pretend he is not. I put my face in his hoodie. I put my face in the fabric of a man who has just called HR and PR and told them the entire world, in a way that is the entire world. We are going to get in trouble, I mumble into his hoodie. Probably, he says. His voice is the voice of a man whose chest is rumbling against my face, in the way that chests do when they are talking, in the way that is the entire thing. Worth it.

Loke's voice trembled, his lips moved slightly and. "Dang" A shot rang out, and Brittany Snow and the other girl, who was also Miss Minerva's sister, shouted. Loke closed his eyes, but... a second,... two seconds... three seconds, he didn't feel anything either. Just as he was about to open his eyes, a powerful punch landed on Loke's right cheek. The reason why the bullet didn't hit Loke was because he deliberately deflected it, only three centimeters away and he went to visit the King of Hell.

, Anvesha spoke in a low tone sharing her knowledge. Adhyayan, who was admiring the chiseled collarbone of Anvesha, was fascinated with the intelligence she possessed. Gently moving his fingers in the curly locks of his beautiful girlfriend, Adhyayan startled the chirping Anvesha. Carefully, he removed the scrunchie from her hair softly and said, “I love your hair when they float freely with the air”.

I raised my up and looked at the rearview, the driver was trying to pull in the wasted body of his partner through the window and it was hard for him to drive, the scene playing behind us reduced in image and they were out of our view. ** We had to drop the Land Rover Discovery sport to avoid attracting attention to ourselves not too far from Javaughn's Hearth. We walked the remaining distance always on the lookout for either of the Trackhawk although we were pretty sure we'd done a good job in getting rid of them for a little while.

I held it against myself and spun, the fabric brushing my legs like it already knew we would slay tonight. Boater hat—check. Negligee necklace—check. And ooh… those killer platform heels? Super check! "Ahh!" I exclaimed, admiring how perfect it looked. "Bless you, Soda!" I cheered, looking up at the ceiling. "We’re going to a charity event for young artists, not a gala with a funeral theme," Michael’s voice cut straight through my joy. "And what’s with the low neckline? That’s nowhere near decent." His gaze swept over me like my dress had personally offended him.

(Only this day was left to witness) Tayi ammi gave Noor a side hug, as she mumbled a small "sab theek hojayega"

“I have no idea what you’re tal-” “Then, you told the seemingly innocent lady about Amethyst’s existence,” Luveas interrupted. “I also know you got help from someone else when you brought that stupid lady to the garden room.” Syera stayed silent. “Your Majesty, I do not understand what you imply by saying that.” “Black hood. Red paints. Stones. Broken windows…” Luveas paused and then added, “… sleeping drought for Tobeyaz…” Syera swallowed hard. Then, she heard him say, “Poisoned water for Amethyst.” Her hands turned cold and sweat drenched her temples.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress. "A theatrical blood pack. Easy enough to buy on the black market," Lorenzo said with a cold smile. "Miss Ava, your performance was truly impressive." Ava's face went deathly pale. "No, that's not what happened..." she tried to argue, but the video had said it all. Bruno stared at the screen, his expression shifting from rage to disbelief, and finally to a horrified understanding as he turned to Ava. Lorenzo had no time for the farce. He took off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, gently pulling me into his arms as he turned to leave.