Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

(Sky’s POV) Angela was lying on the couch across from where I was sitting. Since there was another entrance to Anya and Dylan’s office, she found it okay to enter their office not wearing proper clothes appropriately. She was wearing denim shorts and a pink V-neck cotton shirt, her head on the throw pillow, looking relaxed as she read the magazine.

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

"More like he is getting ready for a photoshoot. " "Myra honey, please let Reyna pay attention to her guests. Come over here, we still have some fruits to harvest." Myra groaned as she obeyed her mother. She left me alone with my thoughts, still hesitating to walk over to him. I sighed, and started pushing my steps forward. Asher was standing at the end of the field, wearing black turtleneck, rolled up the sleeves to his elbow. He had sunglasses on this time, with grey pants. His hair was neatly styled to the side ci Eric g one if his perfect eye. I agreed with Myra, he was either getting ready for a photoshoot or he just stepped out from a magazine. I got to where he was, smirking as he rem

But just as she was beginning to steady herself, he pulled away. Her lips parted slightly, confused by the sudden loss of contact. “Asher?” And then, to her complete shock, he reached down and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but seeing him like this—shirtless, the golden glow of the setting sun casting shadows over his well-defined torso—made her pulse quicken. She could see every ridge of muscle, the strength beneath his skin, the faint scars that hinted at battles he had fought.

He was the best assassin in the field and I knew he would gladly take care of this fucker for me. I threw my phone across the room, making it hit the wall. I was angry and needed to take my anger out on something. The door opened, and Ace walked in shirtless. Fuck, what was he doing here, shirtless? I couldn't take my eyes off his toned six pack and defined v line, not to mention the tattoos on his body. God, he will send me to hell if he walks around like this. I wish I could fuck him to get him out of my bloody system.

♡ Angela♡ I tucked the photo in my shirts pocket as soon as I heard the door open and close. I had to wear training clothes which consisted of a comfortable violet shirt (it had two side pockets which was a huge advantage for me) and spandex shorts. I prefer to wear this in front of a guy I just met. "Cherry--ugh, go change, you stink!" Mason commented as soon as he came. "And you smell like a rose," I snorted, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious, anyway, captain!"

She was in a white shirt that barely got down to her milky thighs. He sucked in a breath when he discovered she was - braless! He could see the outline of her nipples through the shirt. That shirt. He stilled as a flash of images occurred in his head. Images of a woman with a blurry face in this same shirt. ...And the things he had done to that unknown woman in that shirt. R-rated things. "Mr Williams are you alright?" She asked, feigning innocence. He snapped out of it and cleared his throat. "Yes, yes of course I uh..." She sat opposite him and slowly crossed her legs, maintaining eye contact and he groaned inwardly as his junior stood, alerted at the sight. "I am fine."

"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.

Just then, Alex walked into the room. Shirtless. My eyes widened. He wore nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that hugged his hips and left little to the imagination. His abs were perfectly sculpted, and every line and dip of muscle was on full display. Holy. Shit. I was shamelessly staring at his V-line, mouth slightly open, until— “You’ve got a little drool there,” Asher teased, biting back a laugh. Heat rushed to my face as I tore my gaze away, mortified. Alex, of course, looked completely unfazed.

Her eyeballs couldn't stop moving to admire his amazing narrow waist. “Angel!” “Wh-what?” Angel choked when Xander suddenly shouted. She grabbed her orange juice frantically and drank it greedily. “Why are you suddenly shouting in my face?” “Because you were daydreaming while looking at my body. I know you like the view in front of you.” "Why don't you wear a top and go shirtless instead?" Angel exclaimed in annoyance while patting her chest. She almost choked to death because of her boss. “I thought you would prefer me shirtless. In fact, I was planning not to wear anything at all.”