Dave Strider Shirt Novels & Stories

Author’s pov In the morning, at the usual time when Dave would leave the house, he stood before the mirror meticulously preparing himself. Clad in an exquisite, expensive long-sleeved shirt, a vibrant red tie that shimmered, and impeccably pressed black trousers, he presented himself with elegance. His hair was expertly styled, swept to the left, giving him a youthful appearance. Little did he know that Gwen was observing him, captivated by his meticulous grooming, as if he were preparing for a date or an important interview.

What the hell is he doing here? Chelsea is immobile in the doorway. "Oh..." is all I can say as I cover my lips in shock. Christie has yet to move or speak. Dave shifts his foot in agony as the stillness lingers. "I hope I'm not imposing," he finally replies softly. With his hands tucked in the pockets of his ankle-length khaki pants, he appears young and innocent. His blue-buttoned shirt's long sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, displaying his tanned forearms and a little Celtic tattoo I've never seen before.

Trish replied as she blushed at the compliment, "I told her the same thing," Dave said as he walked up to Dime and me, Dave was wearing blue jeans and a white button-up shirt, "You guys going for a matching look?" Dime asked as she winked at Trish, who blushed again, "Dime," Dave scolded Dime as she laughed and hugged him, "Trish wasn't lying when she said you girls looked good," Dave said as he pulled me into a hug,

“These are limited items. We called Cade Sneakers and Marguerite Bag. With your purchase, you’re already supporting. Thank you, and enjoy your day.” I watched the video I posted twelve hours ago, which had already reached half a million views. For the past weeks, life had been great. My dad and my new family had never been better. Every Saturday, we had our family day at Moses’ or our house. Linden, of course, wouldn’t be absent, with Reef, Sax, and Kye, if the two were not out of town with their boss. Tonight was a special night for Moses and Striker as the launching of the most anticipated project, STRIKER. He’d been working so hard for the last few weeks for another project, fifty-five pe

She smiled at the man selling tacos and ignored the rumbling of her stomach as she moved on to a booth selling T-shirts. Dave came up behind her and looked over her head at the display of tacky shirts silk-screened with images of Cabo, sport fishing and the local cantinas. Shaking his head at the mystery that was women, he wondered why in the hell she’d chosen to shop here. “Need a new wardrobe?” he asked, dipping his head so that his voice whispered directly into her ear.

Emma I turned around to face Adrian, forcing a smile onto my face to hide the pure rage still buzzing in my veins from the mere sight of Trevor. “Hey,” I said, looking up at him. “Look who it is. Happy birthday.” He was wearing the four-thousand-dollar customized shirt he had bragged about earlier, paired with tailored black trousers. Seeing it in person, I actually understood why it cost that much. The fabric is a rich looking silk that caught the dim purple lights of the room, shifting in color as he moved. It was a deep charcoal grey with subtle, matte-black embroidery running along the collar and down the hidden buttons. The fit was perfect, hugging his broad shoulders and chest without

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

Folks were done with work, so they usually came to unburden themselves from the hecticness of the day they had. "Hey! Liana!" I looked in the direction of the voice and saw David waving at me elatedly. Smiling back, I made my way to the table where he sat. He wore a slim-fitted V-neck black T-shirt, revealing a portion of his pecs, and brought out his physique - a physique I never saw him attaining even in my wildest imagination. "Hey," he reached for a hug. I couldn't refuse. It would have felt somewhat awkward.