Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

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.

Emma I turned around to face Adrian, forcing a smile onto my face to hide the pure rage still buzzing in my veins from the mere sight of Trevor. “Hey,” I said, looking up at him. “Look who it is. Happy birthday.” He was wearing the four-thousand-dollar customized shirt he had bragged about earlier, paired with tailored black trousers. Seeing it in person, I actually understood why it cost that much. The fabric is a rich looking silk that caught the dim purple lights of the room, shifting in color as he moved. It was a deep charcoal grey with subtle, matte-black embroidery running along the collar and down the hidden buttons. The fit was perfect, hugging his broad shoulders and chest without

With a roar, I gave into the shift, allowing Bullet to fully take over. “Benji! Baylor! Don’t fight the shift, let Blaze and Banshee out!” Bullet commanded. With approval from their team lead, both brothers shifted. While Ellie was the last white wolf, the triplet wolves were black as night with the exception of distinguishing white mark on each of their foreheads. “Vince, we will run the rest of the way there, taking a shortcut, please take the car and meet us there,” Bullet growled, “We need to release some energy before we see our mate so we don’t scare her.”

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

Callie avoided the obviously expensive ones on purpose. She made the mistake of wearing a YSL logo shirt once and as expected got bullied because of it. “Where’d you get that from, your sugar daddy?” one asked with a smirk, pushing her back into the lockers. “Or maybe you got it as payment for whoring yourself out? How embarrassing.”

Estella greeted me from behind the bar, "Glad you made it before the match." "Thanks. I see just as many yellow shirts as red." "You stand out if you don't wear your color. We sell Slam shirts for twelve bucks if you want one." "Absolutely. I'm not exactly blending in at the moment." They all laughed as Estella dug out a plastic-wrapped red t-shirt from under the bar. "I'll put it on your tab and you can go change in the bathroom if you want." "Go change. We'll hold your stool," Stub said as she waved me away.