Danny Amendola Shirtless Novels & Stories

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

****************************************** CASSANDRA POV Walking into Alessandro's room, I slipped on a plain black t-shirt, which looked huge on my tiny body, and a pair of his black boxers. I didn't really have any comfortable clothes, and I slept almost naked anyway, so I had no pajamas. However, I'm sure Alessandro doesn't mind if I borrow his clothes for a while. Heading downstairs, I was met with Alessandro, who was now shirtless, wearing a pair of grey sweats. Holy fucking shit!" Is that really necessary?" I lifted both my brows, staring at his naked tattooed chest. "I want to be comfortable, so It is necessary, he grinned, gesturing his hand to sit beside him, and I did exactly that.

She turned her body away from Donny slightly to keep him from seeing any pics he shouldn’t from her private folder collection. She finally came across a shot that might work, one she took of Grayson half- dressed after work in her bed one night. He wasn’t wearing anything but his half unbuttoned white shirt and tie. Amber cropped his naked bottom half out of the photo and shared it to Donny’s watch. He looked over the image, “Yeah this outta work out nicely. Lots of blood and pale skin I’m assuming.” “Yes. Like he was shot in the chest or something?”

Especially when he was wearing denim pants that hugged his frame so tightly. His sleek, classic pompadour haircut cascaded to the side of his face. The cross earring dangling on his ears glistened with the lights from the chandelier. His tattoos were concealed by the denim leather jackets he was wearing. His black boot synched with his jacket and pants. un uomo sexy! “Leaving?“ Camilla was forced to reality, shaking off whatever crumbs of pleasure still lingered. Her Italian accent was spiked with disappointment. She didn't expect him to leave so soon.

This felt scary, so I shyly looked down. “Oh, guys. This is the lady I was telling you about; Paula Alonso the fashion designer,” Juan, the mayor’s son walks out of the crowd and charges towards me with open arms and a warm smile before he hugs me. “You look stunning, and better in person,” He compliments. “Thank you… well, I try,” He smells so good, and he is handsome too. He is topless, wearing beach shorts and slides. How are these girls still sane when a man like him is walking around shirtless? I am going to lose it if he does not get something to wear soon.

She scrunched her face, turned, and walked out, refusing to help. Soon, Damiano returned with two simple dishes—chicken tenders and a salad. “Even if you don’t want the baby, you still need to eat well. Your body is your best weapon for revenge. Eat. I’ll go change.” “Alright.” A few minutes later, Damiano came downstairs with his phone. He was still dressed in black, but now in a collarless short-sleeved linen shirt with loose trousers of the same fabric and color. The look was clean, casual, and unmistakably masculine.

But how is Mr Altamira related to my Dad and my late grandmother? "No, I've never seen him before. I have never even heard of that name before." I lied. "Okay, one minute……." he brought out his phone from his pocket and searched for only God knows what. Scrolling down his phone he showed me a picture of Adriano shirtless posing for Christan Dior. "This is him." 'Oh my god, he's so hot, he looks very delicious. He looked like a Greek God with those six pack abs and that shiny wavy raven hair.

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

Amelia said to Adrian, who raised his hands in surrender while smiling. "And can you please put on some clothes?" Amelia asked Adrian, who furrowed his brows at her before dropping the towel he was holding. "And why should I do that? Don't tell me that you now feel uncomfortable seeing me shirtless, while before you had no problem seeing me naked," Adrian said to Amelia, who glared angrily at him. "Adrian, please stop it. Do you always have to be this shameless whenever we are alone? Can't we just have a decent conversation without you making use of vile languages along the way?" Amelia asked Adrian, who didn't even seem fazed by her question.

“ Take off your shirt already . Are you planing to swim with your shirt on ? “ said Damian looking at his shirt half unbuttoned . “ I…..I was taking it off . “ said Antonio and unbuttoned his shirt . When Antonio took off his shirt , Damian looked at him surprised . He stared at him and gulped . ‘ ….Shit ! He has a nice figure . ‘ thought Damian trying his best to keep himself from blushing and gulping . “ Omg ! Look at that boy . His black hair is so shiny and his body is well built . He looks so cute yet masculine . “ said one of the girls .