Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

I stepped outside the house pulling the door close behind me. He stepped out running a hand through his dark brown hair. My body relaxed. Asher looked... Sexy, a white T shirt clung to his perfect abs. Dark ripped jeans hung on his hips. His tan topped everything off. I bit my lip as I checked my mate out. Asher laughed then held his arms out. I didn't even think about what I was doing before I ran into his arms. They wrapped around me crushing me to his toned chest."Angel, I'm so sorry." He mumbled into my hair kissing the top of my head."I'm not mad...

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Aster had already ended the call before he could answer him back. Asher groaned in frustration before he put his phone inside his duffel bag and made sure that he had already packed the things he would need for practice later. Asher quickly undressed and hastily threw his clothes into the laundry basket before pulling a clean shirt from his shared closet with Aster. While closing the buttons of his shirt, Asher saw the words imprinted on his skin under his collarbones. Mi Girasol

Asher was shirtless. I blinked three times to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but he was there, sitting on the bed shirtless with the most impressive and sexy male body I'd ever laid my eyes on.

My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel's powerful voice. "The fuck are you, bitch?!" Angel's impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I did not even notice her, all I see is my queen. She stands next to Ash, her long silver hair is even longer than earlier, she is wearing black leather pants, tucked into boots, but it is her shirt that catches my attention. It is mine. She is wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.

It gave a different vibe and added to the excitement that she was feeling. Alex reluctantly stood up and went to a side where he started taking off his shirt. He bound his hair into a ponytail and took off his pants leaving only a thick underwear and he was shirtless too. By the time Ashley turned around, what she saw left her breathless. It made her heart beat faster than it ought and she couldn't control how she was feeling at that moment. Her throat dried up more quickly than expected. It was as if she was seeing another version of Alex that no one told her about.

The backless design left my skin exposed to the freezing mist. "Here," Ashren said, stopping. He stripped off his tuxedo shirt, leaving himself in just a thin undershirt. He wrapped the dress shirt around my waist, tying the sleeves to cover my back. "You'll freeze," I chattered, my teeth clicking together. "I run hot," he said, rubbing my arms briskly. "Alpha blood. You need to conserve energy." He looked around the dense undergrowth. In the capital, he had looked lost. Here, surrounded by darkness and danger, he looked completely at home. His posture was loose, his nose testing the wind, his ears twitching at the snap of every twig.

Derek nodded slightly and smile, he loose the almost done buttons and remove his shirt revealing his body, and then he tried taking off his trousers when Ashley blindly scream stop him “What do you think you’re doing right now?” “Oh, I’m sorry” he said and hurry to get inside the bathroom “Take your shirt with you” Ashley said and rush to throw the cloth at him but then he also made to grab the shirt, making both of them hold on to one end of the cloth They both pulled hard at it and in the struggle, Ashley lost her stand and fell right on him “Ahhh!” they both let out Princess Ashley wanted to say something but then she realize she was lying on his shirtless body with her hands place on it

Alex chuckles at her fondly, then pulls back slightly to pull the shirt over his head and throws it aside, his eyes remaining trained on Ashly the whole time. Pleasant chills run up and down Ashly's spine as she looks towards her alpha, her mouth watering and almost choking on a gasp as the alpha's delicious torso is revealed in all its glory. She's so lost in the gorgeous sight before her that it takes her longer than it probably should to register the large hands on the hem of her own shirt. As soon as Ashly snaps back and realizes what is happening, she quickly scoots back and wraps her arms protectively around herself. It's not that she needs the alpha's approval, because she knows she d

Ash couldn't help but groan at the thought. He dropped his head in defeat when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead. "Ouch!" Ash yelped as he massaged his forehead as it bumped into the front seat. "Why so glum, plum?" Ash eyes widened as he heard the beautiful melody of Alexander silky voice. He lifted his head again and took in the exotic beauty of Alexander. He was wearing a white thin shirt with its three first buttons hanging open. It was so thin that Ash swore he could make out his lean torso. He wore black spiky pants that matched his spiky hair that was covered in silver glitter. All in all, Alexander was just as breathtaking as ever.

Asher stood in front of the floor length mirror in their hotel suite, shirt half buttoned, sleeves rolled up, collar open. He looked fine. Not too much. Not like a date. Just… casual. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He yanked the shirt off with a frustrated huff and threw it on the bed beside the others. Three shirts, two pairs of jeans, and one pair of shoes too polished for a maybe drink with a woman he didn’t even care about.