Bellamy Blake Shirtless Novels & Stories

Bell stammered out a response, something about our plans for the day, but it was the sudden silence that made me look up. Dylan stood in the doorway, shirtless, his chest bare save for the low-hanging basketball shorts that clung to his hips. For a moment, I understood why Bell had been struck speechless. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine, all hard muscles and tanned skin. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, though I wasn’t sure if the insult was meant for him or myself for noticing.

throw them on. I pull on some grey leggings and pull out a navy blue t-shirt. I stare at it for a moment. Until just now I forgot I even had this shirt. It has a picture on the front of a mischievous looking black cat with bright yellow eyes. It has the words 'I'm harmless I swear...' written below it. I can't help a burst of laughter. I consider a moment before putting it on. Will Bellamy find it insulting or funny? I think it's hilarious, but I'm not the one who turns into a giant cat. Screw it, I'm going to wear it. He was worried I would be scared of him, if nothing else I can make a point. I put on the shirt and slip on a pair of black ballet flats. Then I grab a hairbrush from my dres

I pressed two fingers against my side and felt the specific unpleasant confirmation of a wound that needed cleaning. Blake was back in eight minutes. He had his own kit, a proper one, much better stocked than the standard issue, and he set it on the small table near the window and opened it without ceremony. "Shirt off," he said. I gave him a look. "Don't you think that it's offensive?" "Of course, after doing making out for several times, it's offensive." His taunt shocked me.

Alex use to talk about his friends and had once told me that Blake is an orphan,he lived with his uncle who was never home. I banged angrily on the door repeatedly. Within a few minutes the door swung open. Blake was standing in front of me with his messy but cute hair all over the place,he was shirtless and putting on black sweat pants. His perfectly laid abs were on full display alongside his contracted muscles. I couldn't help but swallow. He was just as hot as Alex but i think Alex was way hotter. I quit out of my trance and gave him the meanest glare i could form. "Hey Liv.....what a surprise, where's Alex?"He smiled at me.

Most of the time, Henry was like her father, who protected her against harm. Beep, beep, beep— Right then, Jenny’s phone started ringing. The screen indicated that an idol she paid particular attention to, Blakely Shelton, had published something on Weibo… Jenny immediately tapped on it to have a look… Blakely published a selfie… In the picture, he looked like an extremely clean guy. Blakely didn’t have any makeup on, and his hair was split in a precise three-to-seven ratio. He had a black hairband on as well as a black sports shirt.

But the thing is, I haven't started checking him out yet. Blake always picks Mirella up wearing a full suit since he barely has any free day and we don't take time to talk so I don't examine him that much. But today he decided to come in wearing only a white shirt and his suit pants. The problem is that the shirt is hugging him instead of clothing him. So I can see the muscles he has worked on his entire life have upgraded and are now...what is the perfect word? I think I will go with yummy. And like before, Blake is still not skipping leg day. How can one's legs be that attractive?

Bellamy knew that, but he did not want to throw me into the lion’s den if I did not want to be. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. His arms wrapped around my waist, and again it was just us in that moment. “Sky diving without a parachute adventurous, Mr. Mate.” My lips tipped up into a smile as I waggled my eyebrows. He leaned into the shell of my ear and whispered one single word – perfect. A shiver pass through my body as it responded to his sexy smooth voice against ear. Bellamy called for everyone’s attention, and their eyes snapped to him immediately. Bellamy had this special aura about him. It was not an Alpha aura. Perhaps it was the witch equi

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

When I saw him take off his shirt, revealing his sexy abs, I screamed, "I'm not in the mood to play around, Blake. I'm serious. What are you... Wait! ... Why are you... Please put your shirt back on!" Honestly, I liked seeing his sexy, tempting abs, but I still felt embarrassed and knew this probably wasn't a good idea. "How am I supposed to wear this wet shirt, Alexis? Can't you see I'm soaked from the rain?" Blake asked, making me nod. "I'm soaking wet too, Blake. But that doesn't mean I have to take my clothes off in front of you. Be polite, okay?" I said, shaking my head. "I never forbade you from doing that. You can always take your clothes off if you feel uncomfortable, I won't stop yo

Never have I been looking forward to it as much as I am with Callum. “Yes, Mistress,” Callum murmurs, and begins to obediently remove his clothing. He begins with his blazer. His polo follows. He drags it slowly up over his head and off his arms. It’s mesmerizing, the way the pink fabric gives way to toned and smooth pecks and abs. They are defined, but not disgustingly so. Just subtly, like a surf or snowboarder might have. Callum seems like someone who takes care of himself but not obsessively.