Booktok Shirt Novels & Stories

Altansanai took a quick shower and dress up for the grocery shopping which Raymond tricked her to go.She wore a plain white t-shirt with the caption 'Badass bitch' inscribed in a blue print in front of it close to her breast area and a tight, plain ,black jean trouser to match.The shirt was lose-fitted ,hanging away from her body but not enough to hid her enormous breast and her feet coated with a black boot that create a low click at each step she took while her hair was packed in a single ponytail and was allowed to bounce around with each step she took couple with the unisex belt which held tight to the waist of the jean.Her front shirt stuck inside her pants showing the beautiful de

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I shrug, walk straight to the tall bookshelf like I own the place. “Your shirt. It was in my closet. Figured I’d borrow it.” He stands up, chair scraping loud. “You came in here dressed like that on purpose.” I reach for a random leather book on the top shelf, rise on my toes, let the shirt ride up until the bottom curve of my ass shows. “I came in here for a book. If your shirt makes you lose your mind, that’s your problem, not mine.”

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

It's easily my favorite fortress when I'm forced to reside in the city limits. A bright green flying disc cuts across my peripheral vision, and the moment my head turns to track it, my wolf hits a complete wall. I freeze dead in my tracks. There is absolutely no forgetting those high, sharp cheekbones, those full, dark lips, or those long eyelashes. He’s wearing a pair of bright athletic shorts and a thin tunic with bold letters stamped across the chest: My Book Boyfriend Is Better Than Yours. The ridiculous phrase actually forces a low chuckle from my throat. He commands my absolute focus in the exact same violent manner he did yesterday in my sanctuary.

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He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

Her eyes lit up as she shifted, eager to see what was inside. I held my breath. This gift felt like a gamble. She’d either love it or absolutely hate it. Kathrine peeled off the wrapping and lifted the lid of the box. On top, a pair of soft grey leggings was neatly folded. I’d noticed she preferred comfort over flashy fashion. Beneath the leggings was a t-shirt Noah had chosen and personalized. She unfolded the shirt and held it up. The design showed an open book with a heart nestled between the pages. Below it, the words read: "I don’t watch p**n, I read it like a lady."