Witchy Sweater Novels & Stories

It is a two-piece they had bought from a lingerie shop last Sunday. “Wear this now” she commended “No!!!” Sarah tried to slip away but Jessica grabbed hold her towel again “I can’t bear seeing you 2 like this!!! Take this and fix it” Sarah refused, but Jessica is not giving up. After much persuasion and threat, Sarah agreed, thinking she can change again once Jessica goes out. She went to her closet to get changed and came out, looking oh-so mouthwatering. It was a chili red thin-strapped, silk chemise with matching short pants. Black lace on the bust and shorts edge gave it just the right pop against her fair-olive skin.

A turquoise blue sweater, black boots and pants, and an ivory fur overcoat. Strong, flashy colors made my body even more attractive. We went shopping that day, renovating Jessy's wardrobe and mine, and having to buy bags so we could take them away. I didn't like it at all when I learned that Jessy would pay for everything " but in a symbolic way, since the chosen store was also one of the brands that sponsored it, and all the pieces were given in exchange for disclosures ", but I was forced to accept.

His recently showered hair was blow-dried and looked fluffier on top of his head and he had to fight the urge to bury his nose in his hair. His makeup-free bare face glowed under the lights, lips—rich pink and plump—tested his sanity. White really suited him, the fluffy white sweater was at least three sizes bigger on him, and he recognized it as one of Valentino’s sweaters. Jealousy was definitely a bitch and he had to tamp it down to not upset his omega. He just couldn’t help this overwhelming urge to see the omega in his clothes and he sighed. One day. Soon. He told himself.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! That's exactly what you get, you bastard!" I ignored Timothy's teasing and Theós's pleas, twisting around so I could look into the mirror. The sweater by itself was adorable. I happily eyed the long sleeves that encased my arms. Shaded in a dark dusty pink, the knitted wool stretched over my bust, ending near my belly button. The dark material of my legging stretched snuggly over my stomach and down my legs.

I complained while staring at the mirror. "Stop whining and try the green one," Sarah yelled back from the hallway. I pulled the yellow sweater off and grabbed the dark green knit fabric from the wooden bench. I slid it over my head and adjusted the hemline around my waist. We finally settled on the dark green knit sweater because it fit my shoulders perfectly and did not hang off my frame. I stepped out of the cubicle so Sarah could inspect the final choice. "That is the one," Sarah announced while pointing at my chest.

"You are in my room at this time? What if one of my brother's guarding wolves had taken your scent?" She smirks walking towards me, her hips swaying.She was clothed in a black lacy dress that spilled at her feet. The dress left little to the imagination. The color of her nipples could be seen peeking through the material. The shape of her womanhood also teased the naked eye. "I teleported my sweet, there is no possibility that they could take my scent." Her long fingers trace the curve of my jaw all the way down to my chest. I should not be surprised, the witch had a tendency to come somewhere she wasn't welcomed. She cannot be seen in my chambers. If they take even the scent of her, all my

But Galleytrot showed no indication I'd hurt his feelings, instead absorbing my grief-fed anger without a word. He hopped down, head swaying back and forth as he crossed the kitchen to a small cupboard, like a closet, tall and thin. A pass of his paw flipped it open, revealing a cream-colored sweater inside. The cable-knit looked familiar. In fact, wasn't it the same sweater we'd used last time to track the traitor witch? Galleytrot buried his face in the fabric, drawing a deep breath before spinning his big body toward me. Red fire burned deep in his eyes, casting a glow around him as he shuddered and growled low in his throat.

I touch up last night’s makeup, freshening up my mascara with a quick stripe before turning to my closet. I opt for my black maxi dress and grab my emerald green cashmere sweater, tossing it over the dainty straps. Okay, it’s not MY sweater. It’s River’s, but she gave it to me to wear on my date, so this may be the only thing going according to plan.

I am moving fast, almost maniacally, searching through the aisles in stealth mode, until my eyes land on her. Long, brunette hair, decorated with a silver hairband, dressed in a lovely blue, long, winter dress, matched with brown boots. Up this close her scent is attacking my nostrils violently and with every breath i draw, i feel my whole body shaking with anticipation for the next breath. My head was apparently buzzing in the rhythm of her humming. Lovely melody but i can't quite take it in fully, as my wolf hasn't stop howling and whimpering in my head, making so much noise i can't even hear my own thoughts. Wait a minute... I don't have any thoughts... My mind is quiet for the first time

“You’re going to dinner, not the Grammys.” Sadé sighed, holding up two options. “Jeans and a sweater or....” “Hell no,” Tamara cut in. “Wear that fitted sweater dress. You know, the cream one that hugs you just right? It’s casual but still gives what it needs to give.” Sadé arched a brow. “It’s not too much?” “It’s perfect. Trust me.” With a smirk, Sadé pulled the dress from her closet and slipped it on. The soft knit fabric molded to her curves without being overly revealing, the hem stopping just at her knees. She paired it with knee high, tan suede boots, and a delicate diamond necklace with matching studs.