Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

“Elena and I found each other through a shared passion for the environment. Her work amongst plant science is something the Silverton Foundation is proud to support. He lied with the grace of a professional. It made me sick. “Mrs Silverton!” Another reporter yelled. “Some are calling you the Billionaire’s Curvy Consort.’ How do you feel about being a body positivity icon for the elite? I froze. Curvy Consort. The words were meant to be kind, but they felt like a mockery. The sea of thin women in the front row kept their judgmental eyes scanning my emerald green dress that strained at my hips. Speak Elena, my mind whispered. Don’t let them define you.

I honestly did not expect that sort of nerdy look would look good on guys but Kevin was able to pull it off perfectly. As for me, I am representing the MEH, students. MEH as in the never mind students who don't really have a specific fashion thing going on but want to look decent and human at the same time. A quarter-sleeved see-through polo shirt with 5 different colors. The right side of the shirt is purple while the sleeves are a dirty mint color. The left side is pastel pink with it's sleeves colored nude. At the ends of the sleeves - I think those are called cuffs? - are colored white.

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,’

“I sent it to the laundry. It was just lying out here.” Her wolf growled. Clearly, the idea of shifting in front of me is making her nervous. ‘Stop being a dick. Give her your shirt. Then she can check us out.’ Thor said. Not a bad idea. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and when I took it off, she stepped back. Clearly, she thought it was a trick. “I’m just offering you something to cover yourself up with, Sinclair,” I said. They huffed again, turned around, and looked back. I raised an eyebrow. She wants me to turn around before she shifts. Cute. I raised my hands and turned around. I heard the familiar cracking of bones, and then I quickly turned around before she could grab the shirt.

He snapped, eyes so cold and I held back tears. “You think you're so cool because of this?” He pulled my shirt from the chest area exposing my tummy. “Think because of this, you're suddenly cool and confident enough to become a bully. Huh?” “Trevor, please.” “Answer me?” His grip tightened and while he continued to pull it, I could feel the flex and veins of his muscles the material ended up slackening. I tried to take his hands off but the shirt had completely torn, leaving my chest exposed, I mean my bra.

Caden and I walk into the packhouse kitchen like two guilty teenagers trying to sneak in after curfew, except… well, we’re both wearing oversized Pack Warrior t-shirts and shorts that definitely weren’t ours when we woke up this morning. Fresh, yes. Stylish? Absolutely not. I’m pretty sure mine could double as a picnic blanket, and Caden’s has the words “SHIFT HAPPENS” written across the back in bold white letters.

Always black. But tonight’s shirt was something different. Something made for this night alone. It was custom-made - matte black, fitted perfectly to my body, with silver-thread embroidery so fine it was almost invisible unless you stood close enough to bleed. The embroidery wove the crest of my lineage across the chest and down one arm: a silver wolf wrapped in thorns. Strength and ruthlessness. Loyalty and death. I shrugged out of the loose training shirt I’d worn all day, the cool air kissing the bare skin of my torso.

She smiled, "My name is Zina, and you are Anna." I sat on a bed beside the top angle, noticing Tiara's bed facing me. I rolled my eyes, already annoyed. "This bed is too small," Bella groaned, making the girls glare at her. Lizzy mocked, "Just manage it. It's the fault of a lamb who refused to get sacrificed." Betty stood up to face Lizzy, but I waved at her, making her glare instead. I quickly changed into the uniform, surprised it fit perfectly. The sea-blue fabric was free and flexible.

“I hope so.” She seemed to remember she was supposed to be selling him something. “These shirts are pretty basic. The ones with the custom embroidery are over there. Are those more your style?” “Actually, I’m wanting something simple. And without sounding boring, I’m looking for white or black.” “Classic choices.” She eyed the breadth of his shoulders. The length of his arms and torso. Then pulled out four shirts. Two white, two black. “These are the same brand but the fabric weight is different. Try them on. The dressing rooms are back by the boots.”

She spins around, pulling her tank top off over her head. As shifters, we’re accustomed to nudity. If we shift while we’re clothed, we’ll rip right through them. I ruined my favorite shirt that way, once. All four of us dip off the path to turn away from each other and shed our clothes. I toe my tennis shoes off first, then shimmy out of my shorts. Once I’ve removed my t-shirt and sports bra, I quickly call my wolf forward.