Anuel Shirtless Novels & Stories

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

Whilst her head told her to stop because she didn't know who this man was, her body and her heart did otherwise. In no time, Al's shirt and Anna's dress had come off and they were both staring at each other's naked bodies. Alejandro stared lustfully at Anna's breast and her protruding nipples and he could already imagine his mouth sucking on them and pleasuring her immensely. Anna, wearing a satin armless dress made it quite easy for Al to get her naked in no time. She was just in her thong now and Al cursed through his teeth as his eyes roamed her body. "Do you want to do the honour?" he asked, referring to his pants and she didn't hesitate to unzip his pants and pull them off for him.

“Did I forget to mention that it’s not just drinking? Every time you fall, you lose a piece of clothing.” “I’m beginning to like this game more and more,” Andie says, pulling her shirt off. “Though since we’re all still in jammies, I doubt it’ll take long before we’re all naked.” Jorge smirks. “Is that a problem?” Andie smiles, her eyes full of heat. “No problem,” she says, getting back into position. The way she’s moved, she’s basically folded around me—her tits brushing my bare arm below my capped sleeve.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

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.

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” “Sounds to me like you’ve been paying quite a lot of attention to him,” Emma grinned. “What, he has a birthmark on his butt too?” Anelia giggled at that and slapped her thigh. “How would I know such an intimate thing. You don’t think he walks around the penthouse butt-naked, do you?” She laughed, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know, does he?” Emma asked in all seriousness. “Of course, he doesn’t!” Anelia exclaimed, shaking her head. “Although, he does walk around shirtless quite a lot,” she added with a grin.

Kaelis followed him, wearing a T-shirt that reached mid-thigh, followed by Navo, who was shirtless. “You’re wearing Navo’s shirt … because?” Kaelis didn’t look happy. “He said my top was too revealing. He took his shirt off in the middle of the street and dressed me!” I tried not to laugh; the rest of the guys didn’t even try. They were laughing loudly. Marcus took out the jug of juice and 3 water bottles, before joining us at the table. “Navo was nearly raped though.” “I knew I should’ve gone with you,” Devin said.

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

Noah, his ego being too big for his own shoes to acknowledge the possibility of getting his a$$ kicked after all, just smirked at Shaylin and threw the cloth he used for polishing the blades just minutes ago over his shoulder. He wore light blue jeans and only a white cotton ribbed tank on top, his naked shoulders and huge biceps glistening under the slowly setting sun. His tattoos made a contrast to the light, looking like shadows creeping onto Noah's skin, ready to seize his arms from behind and subdue him.