Jace Norman Shirtless Novels & Stories

“JESUS CHRIST! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Jayce bolted up their shared bed, revealing his muscles in front of her. Toned abs and biceps. Almost tanned skin. His silky hair was stripped off of his usual bun and it danced with the soft wind coming from the crack of the window. This way, he looks…ethereal. But she would rather die than say it out loud. Just like Aly, he’s naked from head to toe. She covered her eyes with her hands at lightning speed before her gaze could sinfully travel south.

Clean, woodsy, and something darker underneath that made me want to lean in and stay there. I didn’t say anything at first. I was too busy looking. Jace wasn’t doing anything flashy—white tee that hugged his chest like it was made for him, a bomber jacket thrown over it, dark jeans that sat just right, and spotless sneakers. Simple. Effortless. And deadly. The lights in the room made his skin glow, smooth and golden-brown. His beard was sharp, and that little smirk he gave me when he caught me staring? Unfair.

He was going to get up, get dressed, and walk out the door like a normal person who didn't spend his mornings staring out a window at a boy who barely knew he existed. He did it anyway. The curtains were still open from last night ...his own fault, he never closed them all the way .... and across the street, through the gap in the Ryland's blinds, Ezra could see straight into Jace's room. Jace was standing by his dresser, shirtless, pulling a fresh one over his head in no particular hurry, like he had all the time in the world and knew it. Dark hair damp from the shower. Shoulders that made absolutely no sense on a seventeen-year-old. Sharp jaw and long lines and an ease to the way he moved

Several lights illuminated from several angles. Jace's annoyance disappeared immediately, replaced by another, more pressing desire. He felt something harden and protrude from under his boxers. Without a second thought, Jace took off his shirt and threw it on the chaise longue by the pool. His naked body looked sturdy and charming. Jace went into the pool naked, then swam over to Ann, who was under the water's surface. "Hello, Ann," Jace said in a sexy husky voice. Ann shrieked in surprise, not noticing Jace's arrival.

Chelsea “Quit torturing her, you devil.” Jace said, and Hayes smirked, which told me he was doing it deliberately. Rather than wear his shirt, he tossed it at me, and I made a disgusted face. “What? That’s a million-dollar shirt! Do you know how many of my faces would want a shirt I sweated in?” I glared at him. “Newsflash, I am not your fan, and I hate sweaty men! Go take a shower and come to the living room; we have to talk.”

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

“Just so you realize, I’m only doing this because, for some stupid reason, girls seem to find your physical features appealing, not considering your shitty personality.” “I will take that as a yes.” He smiles wickedly before turning back to Jasper and Ace who are standing idly. “Boys!” They turn to look at him in unison. “Were in!” After that loud cheer, I have never seen a boy take off his shirt so fucking fast in my entire life. In only seconds, Ace takes his off shirt, tossing it aside like he’s not going to need it while walking back to the dorms later. Alice and Juliet start squealing like a bunch of overly horny teenagers, which I’m sure they are at this point. They all stare at his ve

Maybe crocodile men aren’t as bad as their reputation? I finish eating my breakfast and head to my room. Jace follows obediently behind me like a large dog with his inhumanely large sword on his back. He is wearing all his leather clothes today and his regular black mask that covers half of his face, so I can’t ogle his good looks. And yes, he is hot. I honestly don’t give a flipping heck about Jace’s scars on the right side of his face and body. The tattoos and scars only make him sexier.

Marching out, one hand shielding her eyes, she took a deep breath. The view was breathtaking. But it didn’t settle her. The front door creaked quietly open. A few minutes later, Lena heard it. Bare feet. There was a thumping thunk of a key card landing on the counter. And then, his voice. “Figured I’d beat you to the balcony.” She said. She turned around. Jace stood next to the water, shirtless, hair sticking to his forehead, low-hung boardshorts at his hips. Juice bottle in one hand, a packet from the resort cafe in the other.

They are already on their way here, and although our families are yet to get along properly, there is a kind of mutual understanding and respect between us that should get us through the day at least. "You ready?" Jace asked as he walked into our room. He was dressed in all black, the color that depicts the day. He is clad in black pants and a black button-up shirt which he left the first two buttons undone, he matched his outfit with the perfect pair of black Doc Martens boots and his scent. To die for. "You seem to be more interested in getting women to drool over you than the actual purple of the day" I joked adjusting Amelia on my body as I changed her diapers.