Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

Then he nodded. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. The fabric dropped to the ground. Jaxon's breath caught. Elijah's torso was a landscape of muscle and scars. Old wounds that told stories Jaxon did not know yet. Elijah toed off his shoes. His hands went to his belt. "You might want to look away," Elijah said quietly. "I will not." Elijah's mouth almost curved. He stripped off his jeans and stood naked in the clearing. Jaxon's gaze dragged down his body before he could stop it. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. Thighs corded with muscle. He was beautiful in a way that felt dangerous.

Shane glanced at Elijah and replied with a smile, "Didn't I tell you it's just a doctor-patient relationship? Moreover, we share the same last name, just a coincidence!" This explanation eased Valeria's confusion, but she noticed something peculiar. Why did Elijah enter without wearing any clothes? "Shane, Elijah seems to be a nudist. He came in without wearing any clothes. Should I write about it?" Valeria pondered, considering it an interesting angle for her interview. Hearing his wife's words, Shane couldn't help but glance at Elijah. He had a sly smile on his face, then turned back to his wife. "I can tell you a shocking secret!"

Elias’s cock twitched in his slacks. “Shirt,” he said. Caleb tugged the tee off in one motion. Bare torso now—lean muscle, faint tan lines from summer tank tops, small brown nipples already peaked. A light dusting of hair trailed from his navel down. Elias exhaled through his nose. “Jeans. Underwear too. Everything.”

Would my life be like this? After taking a bath together, I quickly dressed up as well to join my team who are probably working now. I wore a simple white sleeveless dress that showed a bit of my chest. I dried my hair as well before I tied it in a messy bun. I also brought my sunglasses that I can wear, especially today that the sun is a bit burning. “Are you ready?” Elijah is wearing a white polo sleeves, rolled up to his elbows. The three buttons were widely opened so that can barely see his broad chest. He paired it with his beige shorts and just like me, he was wearing his sunglasses, too.

Drake said quietly. Miguel paused, then turned his head toward him with a sly look. Without a word, he peeled the shirt off again, standing there shirtless. The morning sun casting soft shadows over the lean lines of his torso. "Is it?" Miguel asked, casually tossing the shirt aside.

He was standing in front of the barbeque grill and cooking up some food that smelt heavenly. I couldn’t help but think how extremely good he looked standing there. He was wearing his signature black cap backwards and a fitted short sleeved t-shirt that nicely showed off his very toned chest and big muscled arms. “Don’t you look stunning” Elias said the moment he saw me and walked over to me, making my heart race against my chest, something only he had the power to do and no one else. I was wearing a nice off shoulder long dress that was fitted at the waist and had a sexy thigh high slit at the front, showing off a good amount of my legs.

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

She blushed and changed in the bathroom into them, plus thick socks. When she came out, Ethan was in the bathroom. When he came out, he was wearing... only sweatpants. No shirt. Elise, who was arranging the pillow wall, looked up and froze. Ethan Blackwood without a shirt was... not human. He was broad shoulders, hard chest, abs that looked carved from stone, a V-line that disappeared into his sweatpants, and a small scar on his left rib. His skin was slightly tanned, his muscles tight from boxing every morning at 5 a.m.

Kendall's laughter turned louder at the sight of my shocked and flustered state. "Oh God, you are so cute," She said between her laughs. My cheeks further darken into embarrassment. The tall frame of Elijah that emerged into the room stole my attention. He was dressed in a plain black T- shirt and grey sweatpants. I had never seen him in casual clothes. He honestly looked like a model ready to rock the runway. Sensing my gaze at him, he looked in my direction as he began approaching the dining table. His eyes travelled from my head to toe and back to my head. Oh god, I must be looking weird in this strange maid's dress.