Booktok Shirt Novels & Stories

"Open the door. You are taking too long." "I've earned this! I-I want to pick my shirt in peace." I snap. I'm disappointed with not finding a weapon, but I did find something earlier. The flash drive! I snatch it from the boot and tuck it into my panties. I smooth the giant shirt down and limp out of the closet. Kellan has the aura of pride as he inspects me and the shirt I grabbed. I hadn't even realized the dark burgundy color is the same shade as the one he is wearing, but without a logo.

Chelsea took off my shirt, and I looked at hers, wanting to read what was on it. "Hey', It's my B'day Now. Will you do the Honours?' it read, and I laughed. The screen printing business in town had found a new loyal customer since she would be opening her t-shirt line soon. Somehow, I knew Chelsea would always have a shirt for everything. It was her thing, and I liked it. She made one for me That read, "I'm not anti-social; I'm selectively social." A statement true to my nature.

“Uh… t-thank you for the shirt.” The guy turned to her and looked at her from head to toe, making Millie a bit uneasy who was wearing a lousy black shirt with the words ‘I Love New York…’ printed on it. “Looks good on you.” He smirked then turned back on the fry pan he was holding. “I promise to give it back to you tomorrow.” “Oh. No need. That’s an extra. It actually comes together with this shirt.” He suddenly pointed at his shirt which read, ‘I am New York!’ “Couple shirt. Pretty cool, huh?”

She saved a ton of trouble explaining. Eva gets a brief look at the white shirt and pulls it from Nina. The white shirt is with incredible quality and the workmanship and the style are five star. Despite the fact that it is just a plain white shirt, it uncovers the extraordinary respectable soul. At the sleeve of the shirt, elegant letters of "K. G." are weaved with fine gold string. G.? Kevin George's initials for his name? This shirt has a place with Kevin George? Did Kevin give this to Arosh? Eva feels anxious and her tone becomes very bad. Arosh, where did you get this shirt?"

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

Noah decided to pick the one with an embarrassing cutesy design on the front. When Noah turned around to walk towards his room, Levi could finally relax his stiffened facial muscles, and once again reveal that intense gaze filled with infatuation as he looked at his precious treasure. Ah, my baby is wearing my shirt! ❤❤❤ It’s the ‘boyfriend shirt’! Ah, ah, my heart can’t take it! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)❤ And look at that adorable, mischievous look he has on! Ah, ah, really want to eat him whole!

A shiver passed over him, and without thinking it through he pulled his coat tight around him, his arms pressing into his stomach in a comforting way. He glanced in the mirror by the door on his way out, and smiled at his reflection. Bo, despite the morning, was well put together, his socks matched, and his shoes, and he was wearing his nicer pair of jeans. The long sleeve turtle neck that he wore was soft to the touch and felt like a comfort layer on his body, Bo also wore one of Oscar’s favorite shirts of his, a long sleeve butterfly shirt that he got at some thrift store for five dollars. The coat was grey, and his favorite. Bo couldn’t remember where he had gotten it, but it was the one

Dios, have mercy. I exhaled sharply and shook my shoulders. "Okay, I'm coming out. Walk 10 steps away from the door," I told her. I waited until I heard her soft footsteps move away. I gripped the door handle and took a deep breath. I pulled the door open before I could change my mind. Kat had changed her shirt, only… "Is that my shirt," I asked in a loud tone, pointing towards the plain black T-shirt. Kat glanced down at the T-shirt and shrugged. On the back of it was the Prestine logo. It was the only T-shirt that they had ever created since they launched and became popular.

and all sorts of cool gadgets. We got coffee and browsed the shelves. I found tons of books and book marks and pens and journals. They had coffee mugs and little Christmas games too. I found a sweatshirt that said “get your hands off my book boyfriend” that I had to have.. and a pair of socks that said “don’t speak to me I’m reading”. Jenny had her hands full as well when we went up to check out. I started to ask the girl if they were hiring… working here would be so much more fun that working at the restaurant.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]