Booktok Shirt Novels & Stories

I winked at them as I ran off to go select their clothes, while they followed behind me, I came across a Gucci couple t-shirt and I could picture Dante and Dell in it and I could swear they are going to look so cute so I got two of the shirt immediately “Princess, why same shirt?” Dell asked and I smiled “It's a couples t-shirt for you two” “Huh? We are not wearing that right?” He turned to Dante “Uhhhhh, it's not bad” Dante stuttered coming to my side, “You…….” Dell pointed accusing fingers at Dante

And winning the lottery is only an imagination for me. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it.

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

God, she was pretty. And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that. It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set of feminine breasts. When my brain finally registered what I was seeing, my eyebrows perked up and my gaze wander

I guess. King is in jorts and a blue tee with the inscription ‘all the ladies ...’ written in block letters in front, my brows furrow at that, then he laughs and turns round. “Get the back.” He says, and I read the words at the back written in cursive. ‘...take them off for me.’ and below it is a picture of ladies’ underwear. I face palm and groan making him laugh as he turns to face me again. “This is unbelievable, why would anyone make a shirt like that, and why would you buy a shirt like that and wear it?” Boys are just really crass sometimes.

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

She could always use another long sleeve shirt. “Check out this one,” Cali said, handing Leesa a black silk shirt with red accents over a pair of chest pockets and on the cuffs. It had long, tapered tails similar to the gray one. Leesa studied the shirt. It looked pretty nice, and a silk shirt for only eight dollars was a great deal. The shirt and the leggings would not have been her first choice for a party outfit, not by a long shot, but that’s why she had brought Cali along. And by settling on this combination, it might keep Cali from choosing some of the way more outrageous stuff in the store.

She said with a teary voice. "I got you a shirt, sweetheart," Gabby handed the shirt to Sophie. It was a pink shirt with the 'world's best big sister' design on it. "Terrence assisted Sophie in reading the words on the shirt and Sophie screamed excitedly. "I want to wear the shirt to school, tomorrow Daddy. please." Sophie pouted. "No problem, princess. But you don't have school tomorrow so you can wear it on Monday." Sophie nodded. She jumped down from her father's lap and reached for the frame. She smiled at it before giving it a very long kiss. Then she placed it on her nightstand where she could see it every day.

Hands like that did not haul steel bars for a living. … Anya posted again at 3:00 a.m. [Told you the sponsor loves me, didn't I?] In the photo, she nestled, petite and obedient, into a man's arms. His face was covered with a sticker, but he wore the loungewear I had bought. I had watched him wear it threadbare. I bit down hard on my lip and zoomed in. Anya wore an oversized white men's shirt. On the chest were the letters BS. Last year, I had stitched those letters myself, one needle at a time, as Benjamin's birthday gift. He had treasured that shirt. He said he would not wear it until the day we registered our marriage.

“You missed me.” I bit back a smile. “You’re impossible.” He leaned in slightly. “Admit it.” Instead of answering, I glanced down, unbuttoning the top of my uniform shirt, then the second button, just enough to pull the collar aside. The shirt underneath peeked through, the black fan t-shirt Kai had given me with bold black letters stretched across it: “Kai Blackthorn No. 1 Fan.” His eyes widened for half a second before his mouth curled into a slow, smug smile.