Novel & Cerita Anuel Shirtless

I’m not going to disappear because of a misleading headline. He looks at me for a moment before slowly nodding. — Good, then let’s get dressed, breathe, and face the world. In the bathroom, I tie my hair back into a ponytail. I choose a dark, sober suit. No makeup. Nothing that attracts attention. But even by erasing colors, I feel the weight of the gaze awaiting me outside. Because today, when I step out, I am no longer the assistant in the shadows. I am the one who makes the heirs tremble.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

"But, I feel burdened going around having so much hate for someone I don't even remember. You are right, I should play this game with you and see how it helps my memory, Mr. Angelo Flores." The sun suddenly began to shine and Angelo said, "it's about time." He excitedly took off his white shirt, singlet, and black trouser, leaving only his briefs on. Isabella stared at him in awe and when he noticed her expression, he opened his arms apart and said braggingly, "I know you like what you see. Go on and drink in my sexy looks to your heart's content."

— I want to make love to Real Desportivo de Madrid's number 5, not to you! — What? Like this? — I ask, perplexed, not understanding what she is saying. — Do you remember the uniform I asked you to keep? — he asks, and I shake my head in the affirmative. — Then I want you to dress! Alana is always surprising me. This is new, does she want me to wear the finals uniform so we can have sex? I went looking for the uniform in the closet, which was still inside my training bag. I take off my shorts and t-shirt , throw them anywhere. In record time, I put on the shorts, and then take the shirt. I observe every detail of the piece that bears the team's color, and its badge. I wear it without blinking

“And I could stare at that gorgeous body all day.” My stomach drops. My naked body. With a gasp, I throw my arms around myself, hands covering my breasts and pressing my thighs together as heat floods my face. Oh, thank God I shaved down there! I glare at him. “Why are we naked?” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me with amusement. “Your clothes ripped when you shifted, love. Since it was your first time, you had no control over it.” My brows furrow. “Okay, but you—this isn’t your first time shifting. So why the hell are you naked?”

It just happened to be this guy. The other guy was under the blankets, probably just as naked as he was as the blankets barely covered his… jewels. His sultry gaze locked down at his lower half especially, eyes lustfully drinking in the sight. Goodness, Ananeas felt like he was about to get pounced on. “Leave. Right now,” Ananeas said, his eyes moving away from the naked figure on the bed as he worked his way into the large robe, tying it around his body. He was trying hard to remain calm, hoping his voice was at a controlled volume.

Ansel asks, looking deep into my eyes "I don't want to push you, we are marked now, but we can still wait... I will still wait... If that is what you wanted... I would wait..." "No!" I shout, not meaning to sound so rude, but I want to be clear, I need him... Now. "Please baby, please, just.... I want you now. Why do you think I was here, dressed like that..?" I tell him. He doesn't answer, he just kisses me, full on the mouth, grinding his hips into mine again. His hands find my hips, slipping up my sides, pushing my shirt up as he goes, exposing my chest. Ansel pulls back, standing up on his knees between my legs, I lift my shoulders as he pulls my lacey shirt off of me and throws it acros

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.