We Got That Hood Love Novels & Stories

he whined holding my hips to stop me from moving away from him, but I manage to slip away from his grasp. "Oh, I know you are." I said walking away to the bathroom, I open up the water and get undressed walking underneath the shower. I finish showering and head to K's closet looking for a hoodie to wear, I love his hoodies, I find the perfect one and wear it, not bothering with a bra, that shit hurts! I wear my shorts and walk out his room passing the bathroom, I hear him singing and laugh, he can sing, but the song he is singing- 'Loyal' by Chris Brown. I sit on the couch scrolling through Instagram when a text pops up on my screen

They cleared out the guest room in record time. Micah hovered in the hallway, arms crossed. “Are we getting another one?” Nathan smiled. “Not replacing you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Micah looked away. “Wasn’t asking.” But he left the door cracked open that night. Just in case. At 11:31 p.m., a car pulled into the driveway. J stepped out slowly, backpack slung low, a hoodie pulled over dyed red hair, eyes brimmed with tears he refused to shed.

“That hoodie is from the Lyperian Royal Academy. Lyperians take pride in that. They wouldn’t give it to just anyone, especially not to some…werewolf girl.” I stopped in my steps, feeling the color drain from my face. The realization finally hit me, and it hit hard. That smug smile on Nate’s face when I told him I wasn’t planning on giving back that hoodie was for a reason. Trinity kept talking, but I blocked out her voice, heading to my closet. I opened my drawer and pulled out the neatly folded hoodie to inspect the three letters on it. ‘LRA’ As if the symbol of the shield and sword weren’t obvious enough already.

She closes her eyes, sighing like she’s just been transported to another dimension. “If I ever get kidnapped,” she mumbles, mouth full, “don’t come looking for me. Just send a box of these, and I’ll find my way back.” Sebastian chuckles, biting a piece off his own roll. “Good to know cinnamon rolls double as ransom payments.” I smirk. “You joke, but Celine’s serious. This is how I keep her loyalty.” Celine nods solemnly. “Food is my love language.” Sebastian lifts a brow. “And here I thought it was sarcasm.”

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.

I greeted, kissing them on the cheeks. Looking up at Adrian, he winked at me and that made me blushed. I looked up at him, studying his dressing, he was wearing a black hoodie with giants golden LV, Louis Vuitton logo. Just what does this guy see with this brand? I made up my mind to finally ask him and I will be doing just that. We spent a little more time at the cabin till late in the afternoon before we started preparing to leave. Adrian was packing the bags into the truck and I walked up to him. Grabbing the hood of his hoodie, I asked, “may I know what you see in this brand?”

(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.”

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.