Witchy Sweater Novels & Stories

“Uncle Jake is dead,” I rasped. “And probably Uncle Billy and Uncle Horace, too.” My tears soaked into his sweater. It felt soft against my cheek. Cashmere? Why the fuck am I worried about what his sweater is made out of right now?! I berated myself. Still, there was something comforting about it, like a nice, warm security blanket. Or maybe it was the man in the sweater. He smelled like days spent lying out by the pool and nights drinking fine cognac. There was just something very solid and relaxed about him.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I was busy sifting through the clothes and toiletries that Ryder’s mother gifted me. She also didn’t spare any expense with bracelets and earrings, as well as a professional makeup kit and everything I need to style my hair however I liked. Somehow, she guessed my size, and every outfit she purchased for me fits perfectly to my frame. Maybe she used some kind of magic. I have heard of it being possible for a witch or warlock to conjure a spell that will create clothing that fit perfectly to its intended person. Not only that, but the style of the clothing is everything you ever wished for.

"What's happening?" Alpha Lake asked, staring at Audrey with an unreadable expression. "Wear this," Audrey made a grey sweatpants materialize in front of him and went ahead to dress herself up in a white pant and a white top. Alpha Lake caught the short in disbelief. He couldn't believe he could be this dumb for an Alpha. He's lived with a witch and a wolf under the same roof for almost a year and couldn't detect anything, no scent, no characteristics. "You're... a witch?" He slowly asked Audrey as he put his legs through the shorts.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Meaning he was feeling very enamored towards some, almost indicating he was in a aphrodisiac state. Why the hell did Hunnie have him? He despises dark witches. Unless... He doesn't know? He was wearing a short, white sweater and eating something that looked red in the picture. I didn't know how to feel. I had so many questions. What's up with the clothes though? He looked like a backstreet dancer, with his top being to short for his long torso and the shorts being to baggy for his thinning waist line.

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.

Time flew so fast. "Hmm..." I let out a sigh and began to work until my shift time was over. --- "Baby, how do I look?" I asked Sweety who seems really very busy with her Barbie doll. It's Friday that means I am forced to attend the party with him. "Mom you look like my angel." She gave me a toothless smile before giving her attention to her doll. I wore a purple colour mermaid dress which has a V neck showing my cleavage a bit and bracelet sleeves, which hugged my body perfectly and I put on a matching ear stud. I curled my hair a bit then let them free wander up to my waist.

The winner will enjoy the limelight and pride. When the group of rich wives who were enthusiastically comparing with each other saw Sabrina, they were also stunned. Sabrina was wearing a fitted turtleneck sweater and a long A-line orange leather skirt. Her outfit was simple and clean, giving off a warm and bright vibe, especially suitable for attending warm, homey activities with children. There was no-logo clutch carried by Sabrina, only a simple clutch with diamond-shaped grooves.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Ruthie joked about a secret gringo churning up the family pedigree chart. Now Ruthie sat cross-legged on my bed, computer in her lap, researching makeup tips. She'd already fixed me up. I slipped into my bathroom one more time to make sure I looked okay. My hair hung in curls down my back and across my shoulders, perhaps a little too fancy for my yoga pants and oversized shirt, which only passed Ruthie's approval because the shirt reminded her of a dancer on the old eighties' movie, Flashdance. It was highlighter pink and had a ripped neck. Ruthie said the color made my skin and hair pop. My outfit shouted teen rebellion next to Ruthie's purple sweater and black stretch pants. It seemed that