Witchy Sweater Novels & Stories

Rhett asked her curiously. “Umm for females Waverly’s wolf is bright white, mine is silver but thats it the rest are shades of brown, gray and red. Susanna’s the only black wolf.” Yvette said. “You said yours is silver.” He said out loud debating, he definitely liked this girl but wasn't getting the feelings he was at the river. “Yes Alpha. Umm Like this.” Yvette smiled undoing her blond hair and a strip of silver fell forward in front of her face, she wrapped her finger around it showing him.

she muttered under her breath. "This is nice." Liam said, lifting a knitted cream sweater. "It's really soft and squishy." "No fair, I want a knitted sweater of Andy's. They're the best," Nova frowned in disappointment. "She only ever knits one at Christmas and gives it at random. I've gotten lucky once."

She couldn’t wait to surprise her new friend with it once they got settled. “I hope this is alright?” Whitney splayed her palms out on the denim surface of the skin tight jeans from Urban Outfitters and grinned impishly. So she does own a pair of boots. Hollis whistled in approval at the tan hiking style footwear, and let her eyes trail up to Whitney’s cotton pink sweater with the words “Candy Girl” inscribed on the center. The other girl’s hair was tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup her skin gave off a fresh, dewy glow.

"You may enter." The door slowly creaked open and in stepped Sasha, the beta's second daughter. She had her dark hair in a bun and had on a turtle-neck dress hiding her athletic figure. This one could ride for days without her knees getting tired. She was taller than her elder sister and had a six-pack that could put most of the male wolf’s six-pack to shame. Sasha wasn't as pretty as Sara, but her head game was fire. As she got closer the Alpha realized she reeked of Vick’s vapor rub. The scent was driving his wolf into a frenzy.

She grunted dramatically, making me burst into laughter. “You should go in before your mom starts wondering why you’re out so late,” I said, nudging her gently. “I’ll head out now.” “Nyla, wait.” I stopped and turned back. “What is it?” Susie didn’t answer right away. She dug into her bag with a mischievous little smile playing on her lips. I stood there confused, watching her. Finally, she pulled out a sleek, beautifully wrapped package. The moment I saw the branding on it, my eyes widened in horror.

Kylie says grabbing my hand. “Come back here when you are dressed. I’ll wrap your wrist” Daniel says and I nod, going to Kylie. I walk in and see an outfit laying on Kylie’s bed. “Kylie, can’t I just wear a hoodie and jeans?” I whine and she looks at me sternly. “No, change” She says shortly. I groan and walk to the bathroom with my outfit in my good hand. I get changed into a cute light brown/beige sweater and some black high waisted jeans. I have a cute fluffy jacket on with a black purse, sunglasses and cute rose gold watch. I put in a pair of brown booties to top off the outfit.

Ivan: See you in a few hours. 'grinning emoji.' Grinning, I quickly typed. Seraphina: Waiting. 'Blushing'. After finishing my assignments, I cleared the table and reached for my clothes. My gaze landed on the sweater I had been looking forward to wearing—a chunky, knitted beige cardigan with delicate red bows scattered across the front. The V-neckline was simple, fastened down the centre with matching red buttons. It was a gift from my father, and after two years, slipping it on felt like wrapping myself in a memory. A quiet, bittersweet kind of nostalgia settled over me.

she asked, already peeking inside with unashamed curiosity. “I don’t want to open it right now,” I murmured, heat rising to my cheeks. But Julia wasn’t listening. She reached in and pulled out the large off white and pink cardigan sweater. The moment her fingers touched it, her mouth fell open. It was incredibly soft, luxurious wool with pink flowers knitted on it. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “We saw this exact cardigan that day at the MONICA showroom, remember? You were staring at it with interest. In their plus-size collection.”

I want to look cute for my guys. Our school colors are burgundy, black and white. Rummaging through the back of my closet I find a burgundy sweater dress with a high enough neckline to cover Ryder’s mark. Every time his mark fades a little, he redoes it making it even darker. I pull the dress on and find a pair of thick black leggings and a pair of brown tall boots. I complete the look with a black cropped jacket that accentuates the curve of my hips and the fullness of my breasts when it’s zipped up.

This had to be Yuyu Roman. I grabbed the tacky sweater I'd bought a couple of days earlier—a red and green monstrosity with a giant, flashing reindeer nose in the middle—and yanked it over my head. Ugly fashion was sometimes good fashion, I justified. At least that's what I kept telling myself as I yanked on a pair of black pants that had fewer stitches than holes.