Anuel Shirtless Novels & Stories

Angela twisted her neck to look at him. "Ready as I'll ever be," she proclaimed. She was ready for this new chapter of her life. Ready and determined. Jonas entered her room to grab her suitcase. Angela glanced out the window of his private jet just in time to spot his black slick SUV coming to a halt in a short distance. The driver was the first to alight the car and hastily opened the door for his boss. Not a moment later, out-stepped Nikaulas in all his splendour. He was donning a navy blue shirt paired with black trousers. The man had discarded his jacket for once to Angela's delight. His shirt strained taut across his biceps and torso like second skin, outlining his toned abs. The trous

ALORA "Are you sure that you don't want to go for a swim?" Noah asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him bare chested before reaching for his belt to unbuckle it. I won't even lie. He looks so buff and huge that I almost lost my balance from staring. I tried to pretend like I was okay with it but I wasn't. He was literally getting undressed in front of him and it wasn't just him. Half the entire school was here and half naked.

Aaron nodded his head. " Why Thomas don't wear a shirt?" Alaina asked as she glanced up at Thomas , shirtless roaming around in the market. Aaron had an urge to laugh as he was very much amused by Alaina's expression. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Aaron said in a same tone as hers. She rolled her eyes at him as he just smiled. Aaron moved forward as Alaina's eyes fell on few men and women standing in a group but they were looking different as everyone else except those people have love and respect but they had hatred in their eyes. Alaina felt them staring at her but her attention diverted when Aaron asked her to move forward.

Anna threw her shoe at him. The next turn was Ed’s and he chose dare. I expected him to. Anna said, “Sit there in nothing but shorts,” the way she said seemed almost challenging to me but seeing Ed, already stripping his shirt off, made me think otherwise. He was now sitting in his black shorts only. “If you want to see me naked Anne, all you had to do was ask. Why bother wasting the dare?” he winked. “You wish,” Anna scoffed. I watched Ed’s physique. It was muscular. Not too heavy and not too skinny, it was perfectly toned. “Like what you seeing Lodge?” Ed asked doing his signature smirk.

Ana leaned against the door after she closed it. This was the first time she’d ever been curious about what a male looked like without clothes on. Really without clothes on, not just removing his shirt while he trained. George probably didn’t know that she’d secretly watched him train in that state of undress. But now Ana wanted to peel it all away and see everything up close and personal. Have the entire experience.

I replied. "More like antique." "Shut up." She peeked over my shoulder and smirked. 'Aureliano might not be the most in shape, but that face is so worth it.' I turned. Sure enough, Aureliano was shirtless, carrying a cooler, his hair wind-tousled and ridiculous. But then I saw Victor. And holy shit.

__ Yes … I took the backpack off my back and opened it, I took the diving clothes inside, I handed one to him, keeping the other, without shame, I took off my clothes right there, leaving only my underwear and wearing the super tight jumpsuit, when we were both dressed as men they whistled at us. ___ more than cute __ enhances the glutes Aníbal took it in stride, as I got irritated, which culminated in the end of their dull grace. ___ the next one who speaks a s will rip out the tongue...

"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.

I watch him get in his closet to change, and I turn to Ansel with a smirk. “I feel so accomplished right now.” “Of course you do, you little psychopath.” “Don’t pretend you weren’t fighting for your life not to laugh, and that you didn’t hate that shirt, even a little.” He lifts his Hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged.” I’ve hated that shirt since I first saw him wear it when he and Ansel came to help me train by the riverside. I mean it’s a pretty nice shirt, but the obscene inscription makes me want to burn it every time I see it on him. What do you mean by “All the ladies…take them off for me”? I’d tolerate it if it ended at that and left people wondering what the meaning was, but no.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.