Novel & Cerita Chase Hudson Shirtless

Gripping. "Shit," I whispered, clutching my chest. His chin-length chocolate hair was tousled. He was shirtless with his hard torso on display for my hungry gaze above a pair of red and black, plaid pajama shorts that hung just low enough on his hips to make that V-line mouth-watering. "I didn't know you were home...or shirtless."

“Couldn’t allow the bear eat you. I still need you around to annoy the heck out of me sometimes.” She snorted a laughter. “You and me both.” Her eyes fell to my naked upper body and the fruits and water I had gathered. “Again,Kaden,why are you shirtless? This doesn’t look like the Lodge mansion. One attack from these animals and you’d be dead.” “Firstly, we aren’t sure there are actual wild animals yet. Secondly, I had to climb some trees to go get these fruits you know. Why would I ruin a shirt worth twenty thousand dollars?”

What's this person's problem? "Get in." Oh, it was Kaizer 2.0., Just in time kleo! Since I didn't want to suffer in these ridiculously high heels and wait who-knows-how-long for the bus, I trudged over to Kleo's sports car and slid into the passenger seat. "Hi?" I greeted him with my most dazzling smile, but he just stared straight ahead, emotionless. Yep, definitely Kaizer 2.0—the CSSL (Chuena's Sibling Signature Look).

Chapter 5: Good for her "Alissa, can you hand over my towel?" Shane said from the shower. He had forgotten to grab his towel, a habit he couldn't seem to lose. Upon getting no response, Shane called out again, "Alissa, aren't you going to help or are you so desperate to see me naked?" Again, no response. Anger fueled through his veins. "How dare she ignore me," he thought. Shane got out of the bathroom and stepped into their bedroom in his full glory. Water trickled lazily down his six-pack, and he looked like a model straight from a Calvin Klein photoshoot.

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.

he probably started a business and taught others like I taught. "Alpha," they all shouted in unison and I lost my train of thought due to the interruption. I turned towards the entrance and saw James in a pair of grey shorts but no shirt. How long has he been standing there? 'Girl that's the least of your concern right now! His shirt is off! You always wanted to see how he looked like shirtless,' Chloe said and I dipped my eyes to his well sculptured chest.

Chad automatically commanded their whole focus, "As you know that the Hunter's Parade is almost here. Interested persons may sign up their names on the bulletin board for tryouts. Please do so in an orderly fashion." The warriors cheered with enthusiasm towards a competition between packs. With everyone distracted, I moved over to stand beside Hudson. He lifts an eyebrow and gives me a chilly stare. "We need to talk, Hudson," my voice struggled to hide my wrath. "I'm busy," was his response, and a smirk displayed his dimples. "Doing what?" I may have inquired a bit too loudly. Was pissing me off his forte? "Running a pack," he answered with stormy eyes that made my heart throb and my chest f

I frowned, unsure of what he was doing. "I got a pulse!" He shouted, and just like that, everything changed. Hunter stopped what he was doing and jumped off the stage. I looked up in horror to see the lifeless body of Deathstroke spread out on the mat, blood oozing around him. I wasn't even sure if he was even alive or not. It was clear that Hunter, or rather the Reaper, didn't hold back. Unleashing his full anger on the man that nearly killed Sienna.

I replied, still focused on filming. Then I heard a zipper. Turning, I saw James taking off his hoodie. Underneath, he wore a tight white T-shirt that clung to his tan, muscled arms. Wasn’t he cold? My eyes tracked him automatically as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. Oh, God. Delicious abs. I could... lick them. What the hell, brain? I don’t even do this usually. I must’ve been single for way too long.