Dave Strider Shirt Novels & Stories

We are quite an eye-catching pair. Dave is wearing an old English-style outfit. He looked as dapper as an Englishman with his Victorian-styled hat, double breasted jacket and overcoat made in leather. He finished the countenance with his cane and dark brown spectacles on his head. I on the other hand is screaming in colors. I'm literally in neons. My shirt is neon pink with a neon green scribble on the center paired with a striped yellow and red neon pajamas. "How much?" He spared a look at me from his concentration on whatever he is reading from his cellphone. "One million."

I stared at the stranger, blinking. He was tall and well-built, with smooth skin, short hair, and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and looked to be in his late 20s. He was very handsome, with a strong jawline, a broad forehead, full lips, and a small, curved smile. His gaze was intense. "Who are you?" they asked, holding their knives. "Me?" the stranger questioned. "I'm Dave." "Who cares? I want you to leave," their boss commanded. "Go away if you don't want to die."

he informs. " You should act as though we are the best couple alive till she returns to the state " he pressed on Daisy turns to him with a straight face, " You don't have to remind me, I'm aware of my duty " Dave nods, "That's relieving " he walks to the closet and brings out a t-shirt and a sweatpant. "the bed is big enough for both of us, try not to pass your limits" Dave blurts as he puts on his t-shirt.

“Show him in.” A minute later, Dave walked into the study. He was wearing a simple dark shirt and trousers; it was not his school uniform, and it made him look older. He didn’t glance at Lizzie’s eager face or Carina’s nervous one. His eyes went straight to Valour, then switched to me for like a second. “Valour. Carina,” he nodded politely. “Dave,” Valour said, forcing a painful smile. “To what do we owe this… visit?”

He had only heard about him from Lucas and myself. “Hey man, you must be the man of the hour, I’m Rafiah.” “Yeah come in, I know who you are, can I call you Raf?” “Yeah, whatever's good.” “I’m Dave by the way, it’s a pleasure.” “Yeah, pleasure.” He was dressed in a white fitted buttoned shirt and grey pants. The top buttons of his shirt were left undone, leaving his exposed neckline looking effortlessly handsome.

The crowd gave him comfortable way to get to some seat beside his pal, Nelson on the stage. Nelson's cheeks flushed a deep pink, and his bright smile radiated a warm, rosy glow, giving him a charming, cherry-like complexion on the brightly designed stage. He was dressed in a grey suit paired with a crystal white shirt and a matching tie. The audience responded with a sea of smiling faces, their eyes shining with warmth and admiration, as they celebrated the promising dawn of his new life. Though he was engaged in pleasing conversation, Vicky's mind wandered back to his thoughts despite being surrounded by cheering faces.

I went downstairs and I saw him and Dave all dressed up. Dave was wearing a blue jean and a black top paring it with a white converse. He looks hot and young, this is the first time I am seeing him dressing casually since I got here. He looks so hot, his hair was not gelled, it was left messy on his head. So he has messy hair, he doesn't even look like a dad, he looks young and single. I looked at Dave junior and he was wearing a cream trousers with black top. He wore blue shocks with black looking expensive converse, they look so cute.

What do you think is wrong with DAVE? XOXO.

Miss Ivy commanded without a care for what had happened to me. I followed her out of the room. Within the hallway, we meet Alpha Strider. His dark hair was messy as if he had just gotten up. He was now wearing a white shirt that looked the same as the one he had given me and the dark pants from yesterday. With a straight face, he halted, staring at me. His stare was so powerful, I stopped, overcome by great fear, and I found myself lowering to the tiled floor, scared. "Get up," said Miss Ivy, stopping to see me.

Velvet Chains Chapter 4: The Meeting Kai stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at him. The outfit Damien had chosen was deceptively simple but devastatingly effective: a crisp white dress shirt tailored tight across his lean chest, black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, and a thin black leather collar hidden beneath the collar of the shirt. No underwear. Just the constant reminder of his bare cock and freshly shaved hole rubbing against expensive fabric.