Alastor Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Now, let's focus on your attire..." Asterin's words are interrupted by Astrea's cheerful call. She holds up a dress, a vision in nightshade with intricate silver embellishments and alluring swirls adorning its fabric. It's reminiscent of Calia's provocative attire, albeit more modest with only subtle hints of transparency. However, the dress features daring slits on both sides, offering glimpses of my thighs. The neckline plunges into a deep V-cut, drawing attention to my midriff. "You'll steal the spotlight at the party in this," Asterin assures me, her smile mirroring her sister's enthusiasm.

After a while, Ashton came out of the bathroom, shirtless, flaunting his athletic body. "Ashton! Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Ashton smiled, his expression different from usual. Alice could sense it. "I don't know why, but I'm feeling really hot. My whole body feels warm." "So, you plan to sleep without a shirt?" Ashton nodded, casually wiping his damp chest. "Yes. It seems like the herbal drink Mom gave us is starting to affect me, Alice. I feel tingly all over." He showed the goosebumps on his arms, possibly from the drink or just pretending.

Wooden targets were scattered throughout the field, along with large stones and platforms arranged at different heights. I could already imagine Xathura running through there. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my training uniform. The outfit was simple but beautiful. The fitted black shirt hugged my body comfortably without restricting my movement, with a silver eclipse emblem embroidered over my left chest. The matching black training pants were slightly loose around my legs, allowing me to move freely, and the lightweight black boots reached just above my ankles. I had never owned anything like it before. It made me feel like I was preparing for something important.

And the most annoying part is that they almost had the same name, Elita and Alita. "Your boyfriend broke your heart again?" Elita smirked as she began to check herself in the mirror "Fuck! I look so fucking hot" Alita still refused to reply as she stripped out of her dress, totally naked, she stepped into her dancing outfit. On a regular day, Alita loves black, she would go for black lingerie or her usual pink rope bra and matching pint G-string pants. The black leotard she was wearing had a mixture of green and blue shining colors. Her back was open as her stomach, sides, and most parts of her breast.

A peal of masculine laughter erupted from behind her and when Daniel came forward, Alissa lost her breath. Nude and half-nude are two different things. Both have their own unique qualities based on the situation itself. Here was Daniel, only in his fitting Calvin Klein fitting g black boxers with no shirt on whatsoever that made him the first man to ever melt her eyes being dressed and undressed. That very boxer accentuates his huge thigh. The shirt which she had given him is now hanging on his shoulder. As he advance forward, Daniel casually put on the oversize grey shirt with a plain U shape neckline front and the company name behind in white.

She had just slipped into it when she heard the bathroom door open. Her head snapped up instinctively, eyes widening as Alaric stepped out. He was shirtless, droplets of water still clinging to his chest and shoulders, while his lower half was clad only in black casual pants. His hair was still damp, and drops of water trickled down his temples and along his strong neck before tracing the contours of his broad chest. With the shirt gone, his sculpted physique was on full display.

Wishing for a scratch behind her ear? Sickening. The cat was already out of the bag, so Ronin made no effort to conceal his flickering eyes as Alastor stepped up on the other end of the fighting platform. About a dozen wolves followed behind him, dressed in black from head to toe as if they were dressed for a funeral. Ronin’s no doubt. They were in for a violent awakening. Alastor's bright red eyes gleamed in anticipation, his blond hair was pulled back from his face in a tight ponytail.

Because even with the distance between us, my gaze kept drifting back to the perfect ridges of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, and the way the silver moonlight caught the muscles of his shoulders. I hurriedly looked away, my face burning with embarrassment. "Would you... would you please put on a shirt?" I muttered. Alistair paused, his smirk widening. "Why? Is my body distracting you, sweetheart?" "Yes—I mean, no! It's just... unprofessional," I stumbled over my words, hating how easily he could fluster me. "Unprofessional," he repeated, clearly amused. He turned, walking deeper into the room, then picked up a dark silk shirt from the back of a chair and casually slipped it over hi

****************************************** CASSANDRA POV Walking into Alessandro's room, I slipped on a plain black t-shirt, which looked huge on my tiny body, and a pair of his black boxers. I didn't really have any comfortable clothes, and I slept almost naked anyway, so I had no pajamas. However, I'm sure Alessandro doesn't mind if I borrow his clothes for a while. Heading downstairs, I was met with Alessandro, who was now shirtless, wearing a pair of grey sweats. Holy fucking shit!" Is that really necessary?" I lifted both my brows, staring at his naked tattooed chest. "I want to be comfortable, so It is necessary, he grinned, gesturing his hand to sit beside him, and I did exactly that.

Alliyah Agustin-Astley Alexander was lying when he said that most of the people at the beach would be looking at me. In reality, everyone did look—but not at me. All eyes were on him. He was topless, wearing white beach shorts as if he had done it on purpose just to match my outfit. A silver necklace hung loosely against his chest, catching the sunlight every time he moved. His hand was firmly wrapped around mine, grounding me as we walked across the sand together. Everywhere we went, heads turned.