Anuel Shirtless Novels & Stories

Other times it was Keanu Reeves. “You a Rangers fan?” Nathaniel asked me. “It’s a decent team but I wouldn’t say I’m a fan.” “I’m guessing Aniyah knows about the marriage proposal.” His expression was serious now, his jaw was set and his brown eyes were fierce and unwavering. He was wearing a black polo shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked so hot, the color of polo shirt contradicted the color of his skin, the diamond stud on his ear contradicted his black hair that tumbled over his ear in curls. He looked like someone God would brag about. I think God would say; “he’s my masterpiece, I bet you can’t beat that.”

I straightened up and shut the fridge a little too hard, whipping my head towards the man who casually stood behind me. “You–” I was going to scold him for startling me again, but my words were cut short the moment I set my eyes on him. Anderson was shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants with a small towel hanging around his neck. His hair was slightly tousled, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as if to catch his breath, he'd probably just finished exercising. Beads of sweat trickled down his tanned skin, highlighting his perfectly toned abs and disappearing down the V line of his torso.

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.