Witchy Sweater Novels & Stories

Freya hands me a pair of purple leggings, sneakers and an oversize Christmas sweater that had a Lama on the front wearing a Santa hat and sunglasses. I scowl at the sweater, “What is with all the ugly sweaters?” I look around and even the kids are wearing questionable items. Nothing inappropriate, just… funny, weird and ugly. “Oh, Rocco is the one who provides the clothes, and he thinks they are funny.” She shrugs as she pops a grape into her mouth. “Who?” I don’t remember anyone named Rocco from my memories of the lab. I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously.

Kat replied while she held the outfit up and examined it. “Oh hell no,” Taryn gave out as she jumped off the bed with phone still in hand. She snatched the sweater from Kat and observed it. It was red and green with black stripes and a large reindeer embroidered in the centre. The material looked like something sewed by Mrs. Clause. “This thing looks like the Nightmare Before Christmas. What kind of best friend I would be if I let my bestie be seen in this monstrosity?” “What's wrong with it?” Kat asked. “I think it has spunk,” Kat added, and Taryn practically laughed as she gave the hideous apparel another scornful look.

damn. As for Sawyer, she opted for a pair of black slacks and matching shirt with the collar popped. A simple silver choker hugged her graceful neck like a second skin. It was a very flamboyant ensemble, very loud and well...right up Sawyer’s alley from what little I’ve learned about her so far. Why am I not surprised? Her white blonde hair was styled in a messy faux hawk, and she appeared to have just a touch of clear lip gloss on. Neither girl was smiling; Both held a bottle of generic beer in their respective hands as they reluctantly clung on to each other.

Dax had made the commitment to attend, and I, having agreed to play the role of his girlfriend as per our unconventional proposal, was expected to be there as well. I changed into an elegant evening gown, my fingers trembling slightly as I fastened the delicate clasps. Now, I had to put on a brave face and play my part. Dax, too, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his demeanor a blend of confidence and charisma. The way he carried himself almost made me drool. That woman Caroline must be blind to let this man go. If he were truly mine, I would never look at other men. "You look stunning," he said, raking his eyes over my dress. The gown was crafted from a rich, deep shade of midnight bl

“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.

I'm pretty sure that when I get home, my window ladder won't be there anymore. "Alright, honey. Sure, you and dad can get donuts together. Heavens knows it's early enough. Is that a Grumpy Cat sweater you're wearing? You must have gone to see Brittany, no way you'd go visit your boyfriend wearing that ugly outfit." "Thanks, mom, now I feel super attractive," I say with defense. "It's a hideous sweater. Why did I buy you that? We can try again. We can get you another Christmas sweater. Maybe a reindeer or elf one."

Thankfully, I caught it before it reached the floor. “What is your problem?” I asked the person. When I straightened up, I found Darcy and Mindy standing beside my locker. They both wore their cheerleader outfit — a cream and yellow crop top embroidered with LWH and a matching skirt that barely covered their thighs — with white and yellow pom-poms in their hands. “Sorry about that,” Darcy gave me a once-over and nodded. “You look great, Taylor.” “Tell me about it,” Mindy nodded. “Really? My cat puked on my red sweater so I had to wear this, ” I motioned to the peach dress I was wearing.

I start. She unzips the front, exposing the thin, ribbed purple sweater underneath. I flinch at the sight of the long sleeves. Getting out of this without her stripping down isn’t happening. To my amazement, Madison doesn’t wait for my next instruction; she keeps going—the sweater is yanked over her head, sending her long hair into a cascade of waves. Static makes the thin strands cling to the sweater before it’s set lightly by her feet. She’s not wearing any undergarments.

Even though I didn’t get any presents on my birthday after that, Richfield always made sure to give me a fifty percent increment of my allowance for the month, and he always gave it to me on my birthday. I never really use the money, but I appreciate the gesture. I uncover the box to sate my curiosity, and am surprised to find a baby blue cashmere sweater in the box, but it’s not just any cashmere sweater, it’s one that I’ve heard Penelope talking about for sometime, it’s the same Italic Emma Cashmere Relaxed Turtleneck Sweater that Penelope has been going crazy about because it’s limited edition or something and will go out of stock soon. King bought the sweater that Penelope wanted for me.

"And still not dead. I really like this sweater. What is this material? Angora? Why the hell do you have an angora sweater stuffed in the back of your closet?" Plugging my flat iron in, I watch him finger the material. He's really enjoying this way too much. "It's not really my style. I got it as a Christmas present a couple years ago from Jessica Funderling. I thought she was just being nice, but now that I think about it, I think it was her passive-aggressive way of telling me I dressed like shit." "Well she can passive-aggressively gift things to me anytime." He tosses the clothes back down on the bed and swings his legs back and forth.