Cameron Monaghan Shirtless Novels & Stories

Sienna sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone, while the distant hum of the resort — waves rolling in, laughter from the pool — floated up from outside. The bathroom door opened, and Damon stepped out, still toweling his damp hair. His skin glistened faintly from the shower, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he moved. A towel was slung lazily around his neck, but the rest of him… was entirely shirtless. Sienna glanced up once — once — and instantly regretted it. “You know,” she said, voice deliberately flat, “they sell shirts in the resort gift shop.” Damon didn’t even look at her as he rubbed the towel over his hair. “Why would I buy one when you keep

THREAD : CAMERON IS WHIPPED AND SO IS DOMINIC, BUT IN TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAYS @cammmmon GUYS GUYS THIS IS SO FUCKING BIG WTF @cammmmon OMG DID YOU ALL SEE THE LYRICS-IN-PROCESS // THE POEMS CAMERON POSTED OMG IM ALL SHSJSKSL @cammmmon I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WENT TO MUMBAI AND IS THERE CURRENTLY AND SHE SAW CAMERON AND THEY EVEN TOOK A SELFIE AND I CANT SHARE IT BECAUSE OF PRIVACY REASONS

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

Cameron turned her head sideways and replied, “I’m not.” Waylon chuckled. “This is new, Cameron. I thought you were used to seeing men's bodies since you have been staying under the same roof with other men the whole time?” Cameron turned her head around to meet his gaze. “Are you serious? I’m not embarrassed at all. I dare you to strip yourself naked.” Waylon looked at her silently. With a triumphant grin on her face, Cameron went closer to him and said, “I thought you wouldn't feel embarrassed at all, Wayne. But it seems like I was wrong. It's okay. I don't mind seeing it again.”

But with Cameron around, her confidence made her seem like a clown who had overestimated her own worth. When she noticed how Cade's only response was to furrow his brows, she relaxed. She reached out to grab his arm. "Who are you? Are you crazy? Do you go around calling random strangers 'honey'?" Cameron tilted her head and said incoherently, "Don't dirty that. That's my favorite piece of clothing." The fitted black shirt perfectly outlined Cade's figure, showing off his broad shoulders, slim waist, and slender arms. The woman was confused. What was wrong with Cameron? Was she insane? She was about to mock her when Cade suddenly raised his arm to avoid her touch.

My voice came out flatter than I meant. He shrugged. “The one they’re putting on for your grand return. Like always.” Right. That. Another Morano tradition I didn’t fucking ask for. I nodded once. “Thanks.” He lingered like he might say something else, then didn’t. Just gave a two-finger salute and turned. I closed the door quietly behind him. Still damp, still humming with leftover violence, I walked toward the closet and pulled out the shirt Mona always said looked “public-ready.” White. Stiff-collared. Crisp like nothing had happened.

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

Nothing but the formula — my skin and the syringe hidden against my chest. "The formula is on my ribs." I said quietly. "I'll need to take off my top." "Then remove it." Something dark glimmered in Felipe’s eyes. "I am waiting." My hands trembled as I pinched the hem of my shirt. Every instinct in me was screaming at me to run. To fight. Anything but stand here and get naked for a monster. But Cameron was watching. And Kade was dying. And I had no other choice.

"Jason's in your office, right? I bet he'd be happy to shift for more than two seconds...unlike a certain someone." Damon's face distorted into one of annoyance again. "He's gone...and even if he was still here, he wouldn't dare to shift in your presence. You're only allowed to see me naked, no one else." Sarah took in his words...one after another. Naked? She was so irritated by his behaviour that she was not even aware of that fact until he boldly announced it. She twisted her head around warily, hoping and praying that it wasn't as she thought. But unfortunately it was just that. His clothes had been ripped from his body during his shift and now he was standing there with nothing on, abso

The air smelled like darkroom chemicals and cedar and him. Cassian stood behind the tripod, camera aimed at me, black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled, hair falling into his eyes. He looked at me the way he always did—like I was the only thing worth capturing, like every inch of my skin was art he needed to immortalize. I was naked. Completely. No robe. No props. No pretense. Just me. Skin prickling under the cool air, nipples tight, thighs already slick because he hadn’t even touched me yet.