Albert Flamingo Shirtless Novels & Stories

I wanted to relax in my own home not entertaining her best friend. I slammed my phone on the corner of the desk, I was so upset I forgot the open water bottle in my hands and squeezed the living shit out of it, soaking my shirt and causing me to snap out of my frustration frenzy, I gaze down at my shirt which was now soaked as the water exploded onto me. Fuck! Throwing the now empty water bottle in the trash and pulling my work shirt over my head and pulling it off. Just as I reached for the backup shirt I had in my quarters my phone dinged. Looking at my phone that was currently on the corner of my desk forgetting that I was still shirtless I read the message, it was from Mariah “Don’t be l

SHIRTLESS! National Geographic does not prepare you for facing your shirtless smug stepbrother! I am guessing he is just back from practice or the gym, since I can see sweat glistening on his tan skin. Which I question since he lives in Alaska and it is the winter. So how has he got such a stupendous tan. My mouth has gone dry. WTF? No way. There is something about his perfect pecs, and his six pack with the glorious V all the way to his waistband. I quickly manage to drag my eyes up to his cobalt blue eyes. He has a cocky smirk on his face.

Albert said in a very gentle tone. Sophia still didn’t understand. Why was it Albert who was saying this? He should have panicked and left her. But Albert didn’t do that. He didn’t tell Sophia to put her clothes back on as though he couldn’t bear to look at her scars any longer. Instead, Albert removed his own clothes. Sophia actually felt embarrassed because now they were both undressed. Oh, and earlier, Sophia had cried on Albert’s bare chest. When Sophia glanced down, she saw traces of her tears on his chest, which made her face turn even redder.

"There is a party tonight. At the minister's residence. I am invited, but maybe it would be better for you. A change of air. You need to learn that the world doesn't always try to kill you." I winced. "You want me to pretend fine?" "No. I want you to realize that you aren't alone. That you are still standing.". I didn't respond right away, but eventually. I obeyed. Alberto himself picked me up the next night. I'd worn navy blue silk,high neckline, low back, nothing cheap. I didn't want to be noticed—I wanted to get lost in the crowd. It didn't exactly work, though. People noticed me anyway. It came with the legacy.

she suggested flicking her wrist, immediately, my black jacket turned to red. I stared down at the red sleeve, looking back up at her quite unamused, “Uh thats a no,” Alessia commented beside me shaking her head. “Definite no,” Abigail added with a slight chuckle of her own, “maybe paired with a nice bright yellow?" She added flicking her wrist, the shirt inside turned yellow and my eyes widened, not expecting her to join in. “Green!” Alessia blurted out changing my shirt to bright neon green.

Alpha River said with a laugh. "Jesus," I said quickly standing up and covering myself as best I could, "Do you mind?" "Nothing I haven't seen before, love," he replied with a smirk, "And you're hot. Why are you shy?" "Just turn around whilst I cover myself," I ordered. "You are such a Nightingale," he scoffed, "In summer an unmated Pheonix woman would happily walk around naked." "Well it's not summer and I'm not a Pheonix woman," I hissed, "Now turn around."

Velma said her most honest thoughts in her daze. Albert was shocked but he immediately let out a delighted chuckle. "Are you proposing to me, ma'am?" Albert asked, his smile broadening. After Velma realised what she had blurted out, her face burned from embarrassment. It felt so hot she felt like it had been set on fair. Albert moved closer to her. He had just showered, his hair was dripping wet and he only had a bathrob around his thin but strong waist. His body was perfect, and his well defined muscles were especially tempting to Velma.

Since the city was notoriously anti-dragon, we had to look casual—or at least as casual as a group of supernatural warriors could manage. I had chosen a pair of sleek, black high- waisted trousers and a matching silk top that looked expensive but understated. I felt a prickling sense of awareness on the back of my neck and realized Soren was staring at me from across the yard. He was busy briefing the guards on the security protocols they needed to follow until we returned, but his eyes kept drifting back to me. He didn’t look shabby either; he had cleaned up remarkably well, looking every bit the posh Alpha in a tailored charcoal jacket and dark jeans.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

complained Vega, because she was only wearing black trousers and a light brown long-sleeved shirt. "Come on, honey! Let it go!" Alberto asked Vega to let it happen. "How come you say that? How can I let it go?" Vega disagreed with Alberto's request to let it go. "It's better for you to wear clothes like this. You will feel comfortable! At expos, it's usually exhausting, you know." Alberto explained the reason. "Yes. That's right."