Handsome Squidward Shirt Novels & Stories

Ivan however, looked so handsome. “I am a huge fan of the White Forest look.” I murmured, pulling at the strings of his white shirt, revealing the deepest angle of the v-shape cut to me. “If they accept me what do I get to wear?” “You’ll get a hooded cloak, you’ll have seen them all wearing them.”

Wouldn’t stop my jaw from locking at my abdomen, which was now rounder. An ache formed in my throat. But I swallowed it down. After all, this was my decision. I opened my wardrobe. There was a shirt—white, thin, befitting of the weather. Yet my fingers ignored it and reached out for my black oversized hoodie. Louis looked at me. “You do know it’s burning outside.” I grabbed the sleeves of the hoodie and tugged them down over my wrist. “I don’t want to look like a pufferfish.” I tried to smile but it barely formed.

The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too. The silence that followed was deafening. Tarzan blinked at the pink hoodie as though he didn't quite understand it. Then his lips pressed together so tightly I could tell he was fighting for his life not to laugh disrespectfully. His shoulders trembled with the effort. I folded my arms, defensive. “If you don’t like it, just give it back. I love pink and I thought your wardrobe needed a little… color...but it's too pink for you anyway.” A deep, rich laugh escaped.

His profile was sharp in the shadows, his attention pointedly elsewhere, as if the sidewalk and everything on it were utterly beneath his notice. A real smile broke across my face. "Hey, you!" Leo flung the door open. "Get in! We got you the limited edition Black Widow! You're gonna die, it's so cool!"

“I don’t like them. They’re ugly.” “They’re not ugly. They look good. You’ll look like someone with a sunny disposition if you wear these clothes.” Catherine coaxed him. “I don’t want to wear these.” Shaun twisted his body. His spoiled attitude made Elle have goosebumps all over. She really did not know how Catherine could face Young Master Hill when he was acting like this. It was indeed true love. “Then what do you want to wear?” Catherine sighed and asked in resignation. Shaun grinned, his white teeth flashing brightly. “The PAW Patrol shirt Lucas wore last time looks really nice. I like it.”

Adimasta just followed where Clarissa went. Then arriving at a youth clothing store, Clarissa entered. She saw a row of unique t-shirts and hoodies. Also, pants that were in vogue. "It's good, isn't it?" Clarissa picked up a white t-shirt with cute writing on it. 'Am I nice?' – it was written. Adimasta squinted to see more clearly. Clarissa laughed, Adimasta had to be struggling to read clearly. Clarissa approached Adimasta and showed him the shirt she was holding.

Me. "As an unmarked lady, you should not be moving about in such exposing outfit." He said as he got closer to me and handing a shirt i did not know he was holding. I collected it reluctantly. Possessive! Wait, this shirt smells like him. "It is his shirt obviously, dummy." Tavia said in my head. I scoffed. "Thank you." I said, putting it on. "Hudson, you are needed right now." He made sure to emphasise the 'right now'. Weird.

Siddharth was standing at the door. He is wearing a black and grey hoodie with dark lower. I can't see his eyes properly because of his hood cap on his head. His both hands are in his hoodie pocket and he didn't wear anything under it. His hoodie zipper is little lower giving me the full view of his bare chest. He removed his hood cap and walked to us and touched mom and Dad's feets. He didn't even look at me once. Did he angry on me? Sweat is dripping from the side of his face indicating his workout in gym.

A familiar cartoon pattern stretched across the material, slightly torn at the edges. “Boss,” he called, his voice grim. “We got something.” One of the agents stepped forward, holding a small blue race car in his gloved hand. “This is his, right?” Then I saw it. Kai’s hoodie—his favourite one, the navy blue one with the small rip near the sleeve. It lay discarded near a rusted metal chair, the sight of it made my stomach twist painfully. “Oh my God,” I breathed, covering my mouth with trembling hands.

His jaw clenched. "What is this?" he demanded. "A shirt," I said sweetly, unfurling the bright pink fabric for him to see in all its ridiculous glory. "Your new favorite shirt, actually. You’ll be wearing it to the next pack gathering." He looked utterly horrified. I bit back a laugh. "Oh, come on, Helios," I teased. "I think it’ll suit you perfectly."