Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.

"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.

Damon. He was leaning casually against the wall, his leg crossed at the ankles and his arms folded across his chest. He had on sweat pants low enough to reveal the waistband of his Kelvin Klein underwear and oh my God, he was shirtless. His gaze was fixed on me and I could tell now that they must have been for a while. How long has he been standing there? Watching me.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

I knew I’d be distracted by the feel of his hands on me, and from the looks of it, Helios knew as well. He nodded, “it’ll be a good lesson on keeping your head in the fight.” My withered glare did nothing to intimidate Helios, so I turned back to Dain ready to stubbornly refuse when my mouth went dry, and the words turned to ash on my tongue. I had looked over right in the middle of him pulling his shirt off, his jacket already crumpled on the ground. It clung to his broad chest and biceps, hugging the muscles along his back. Even though it left little to the imagination, I was still fumbling for words when I caught the muscular expanse of his stomach, and the hard ridges of his chest.

Even the audiences and participants in the other square paused to look. The bulky man's body was emitting white smoke, and they could see Jai slowly getting up with a rather unsightly condition. Jai's hair was a mess, there was blood under his nose, and also the cuts on his face. His cheek was almost close to swell, it was red in color that someone might mistaken it as a blush rather than a bruise. Moreover, his upper clothes were torn from the bust up, showing everyone his broad chest. However, despite his appearance, the audience erupted into cheers when they saw him standing up. The females especially, they got even more crazy when Jai pulled off his already torn shirt and threw it to the

And if the color of his shorts weren’t enough to stand out, they are on the Daisy Duke level short. His top… if that’s what you want to call it, it was a black crop top hoodie with that same ‘Always Fabulous’ logo, this time in simple white rather than glitter. He’s essentially shirtless since his abs are on display. I’m not even sure why he bothered with wearing a crop top. ‘Shirtless would be better.’ Cardinal licking his chops. I shook my head, moving to stand in line with the rest of my pack. “Welcome to this morning’s training. My cousins Beta Alexander, Zoe Petridis, and I will run the show today. We want to be sure that when our two packs work together in battle, we are more in sync.”

He's standing before the wide open fridge shirtless, a black shirt which I’m quite sure he was wearing earlier on his shoulder, gulping a bottle of water hungrily and there's no doubt that he's coming from the gym. Broad shoulders, strong masculine hands which look like would never let you go once he gets a hold of you, broad chest, deep abs and a defined V line that disappears somewhere in his black shorts. His hair is a little messy and damp, perhaps from pouring water on his head to cool off during the workout. He clears his throat and that's when I realise that I have been staring. Maybe for a minute way too long than I should have. “Good morning. I don't…think it's that hot in here.” I

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

I followed the scent and stopped short when I saw who it was. Damon. He'd taken off the tank top he was wearing earlier. Completely shirtless now. Standing very close to the rain. His muscles glistened under the water. His abs were tight and defined. His shoulders were broad. His chest was perfectly sculpted. The water that touched his body traced every line and curve of his body. His hair was dark and a little wet, falling over his forehead. His eyes, deep and slightly intimidating, glowed under the dim outdoor light.