Barely Tolerable Shirt Novels & Stories

I invited my colleagues out for drinks, only for my card to be declined at the bar. Desperate, I approached the handsome stranger sitting in the VIP booth. "Can you cover my tab? I'll pay you back." The man barely glanced up. "Do I know you?" I grabbed the wine glass from his hand. "No, but your bodyguard knows me pretty well. Ask him how many times he's called me for help. Don't I deserve a favor in return?" The man looked completely confused, but his bodyguard raised a hand to shield his face. "Sir, she's telling the truth. Every time you get drunk, you won't let anyone come near you except her. I've had to call her multiple times just to get you home safely."

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera. Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother while exposing his father’s crimes.

”I bow to no man!” Her voice sent a chill down my spine as I stood before her. I’d only heard those words once before in my life. They’d been haunting me every night and day since--- Since the worst night of my life! Back then, they’d saved my life… With my heart still beating hard in my chest, I slowly approached her. I could barely see her eyes, from how swollen they were. But sure enough, stubbornly looking back at me were those azure blue eyes that had been my only comfort when I was surrounded my nothing but darkness. The woman who saved my life – the one I’d sworn to come back for and give my life to! - was my dead enemy's daughter!

“Luna…!” I sobbed, collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving pavement, barely avoiding the indifferent gaze of the crowd. “I...I desperately fought to hold her back. I begged her to remain by my side,” I wailed, my tears blurring the world around me. With every strike of my trembling hands against the unyielding ground, my heart shattered into a million irreparable fragments. *** When Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him. Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.

"How about your actions when you sexually h... Uhmm, I mean you harassed him?" "Harassed him? Me? When did I?" "You tore off his clothes and tried to take advantage of him... Should I remind you more?" Swallowing hard, she tilted her head to the right in embarrassment. 'Celeste. Oo, Celeste. What did you do? How come he is everywhere? If he is really the man I married then he is very dangerous, there's no way I will survive if I stay near him. Death won't be my only choice either, he might want to torture me like some criminal...' ***** A beautiful wedding dress, a simple ring and a tiara, with her family members present and with the man she loved always... Celeste Banks imagined such a wedding so many times but they say, we don't always get what we wish for. Finding her boyfriend cheating was not enough, she was forced to accept a marriage proposal from an old baldie. When Celeste finds out that it was a conspiracy against her to get married, she runs away from her wedding. To save herself from getting caught, she uses a mysterious man as a shield and not only that, she even rips apart his expensive black shirt then makes an escape only to end up as his bride. ***** "We were checking the cctv footage to find out about Mrs. Weston, then we saw that... That woman actually escaped before the wedding. We have got the surveillance footage of her escaping, she was already in the flight during the wedding." "Then the woman..." Celeste's voice resounded in his head as he remembered the time of the wedding, trying to imagine how she looked. "Who is the woman I got married to?"

He stares into her eyes like a mirror. He tears his shirt and she bites down on her lip as his body seduces her. He puts an arm around her and draws her close to his body. Rachael’s heart pounds in her chest like a drum. She can feel his hot breath against her neck. “Rachael,” she hears a familiar and alluring voice. Rachael can hear Samuel’s voice but she cannot see him. “I want to hold your small hands and kiss them,”. She feels little kisses on her fingers. “I want to touch you,” his voice says and she closes her eyes. Rachael feels a soft hand press hard against her nipple and she lets out a moan. She raises her head to see Gabriel still looking at her. He bends and kisses her neck, he nibbles her neck and traces his way to her collar bone. Gabriel smiles as Rachael’s body grows weak against his. He says something but Rachael cannot hear his words. His mouth moves but he has no voice. “Rachael,” Samuel’s voice calls out to her, a voice without a body. Rachael is a girl trying to come to terms with her father’s death. Things seem normal until she meets the twin supernatural. Things change when the twins develop feelings towards her. Bonds are tested between them as they long for her all the while running from Dracula. Rachael learns about her family secrets. She endures pain and finds courage in her journey. The twins face Dracula in a grand finale and their love for Rachael will be tested with a heavy sacrifice. Secrets will be discovered. Bonds will be tested. Will Rachael survive her new chaotic world?

He took a step into the room and stopped as he heard her breath hitch in her chest, and she shrank back slightly in fear. “What is your name?” His raspy voice carried across the room. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the beautiful, intricate tattoos that designed his skin. He noticed her eyes shine with interest. He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. She stiffened on the bed as hand traced down her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast and massaged her hard nipples, it was like she came to life. She swung with all her might, burying the pointy end of a comb into his abdomen. He cursed under his breath as she slipped away from his grasp and made a run for the door. He bound across the bed in one leap and pressed her face and chest against the wall. Growling under his breath, he gripped the neck of her cloth and tore it away. “You. Have. Not. Answered. My. Question -” His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door, and his brother walked in. ************ Claire Fischer had a perfect life. A perfect family. A loving fiance she was supposed to marry and rule over the pack. But it all changed as soon as her father died. She caught her fiance cheating and a family secret looms overhead. After being betrayed twice in a row, she decides that she can't take it anymore and she leaves the pack, placing her life in the hands of fate. Would fate treat her better than her pack? Or did she just get into an even worse situation because fate is not kind to anyone, especially a wolfless mutt with alpha blood, and a cursed Lycan king on the hunt.

At the entrance of Marriott International, Kellan walked out of the revolving door in a white suit. The wind lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing the cufflinks of his custom-made shirt. This time it was a diamond-studded Suzaku, exactly the same as the one in the presidential suite five years ago. Eva's breath missed a beat until Rosie suddenly screamed, "Dad, you're so handsome!" The carriage froze instantly. Kellan raised his eyebrows and looked at the passenger seat. The little girl was clinging to the seat, her eyes shining like stars: "You look like the prince in my painting!" She had just drawn an "ideal dad" in kindergarten yesterday. In the crooked lines, there was a tall man wearing a neat suit, his cuffs gleaming. Eva's face flushed red, and she hurriedly explained, "The child is just talking nonsense..." But when she looked up, she met Kellan's eyes—he was staring at Rosie, and his dark eyes were filled with tenderness that he himself didn't even notice. This man who made the whole business world tremble, at this moment, raised the corner of his lips towards the child, although it was only a very shallow arc, but it made the temperature in the car rise quietly. When the car arrived at the destination, Kellan suddenly said before getting off the car: "Your daughter is very cute." *** Imagine your child calling a stranger “Daddy”… and neither of you realize he’s actually her real father — the man who got you pregnant years ago before fate tore you apart deciding you won't see his face or know him. Now he’s standing right in front of you, powerful, untouchable, and staring at your daughter with a tenderness he can’t explain....

Damn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "Damn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her. After his wife’s death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr