Jace Norman Shirtless Novels & Stories

Amara was going crazy with all the things happening so suddenly. "You don't stand a chance my dear Amara." Ivan walked in without wearing a shirt revealing his tattooed mafia body. A dirk-evil smile was dancing on his lips. The crazy look on his face made Amara realize what type of mess she had gotten herself into. "Why can't I? She is another Celestine and I can take care of her." Amara did not want to give up.

I braced myself for anything, I don't want to expect anything more. I showered, dressed in a simple outfit, said my manifestation, and took a long breath before opening my door. Jace was already outside. Dressed in a fitted shirt, black slacks, and polished shoes. His watch was on, his hair neat and trimmed, and his posture straight; every inch of him screamed he was back to business mode. I swallowed. “Good morning” “Morning” he said without looking up from his phone So that was it, no sign of the man from yesterday— the man who opened up, who caught me before I fell. He was now frozen up.

“I’d like to not formally introduce you just yet. Can we wait a bit?” Andi stopped herself from taking a few steps. He was right, they had just entered in a relationship. By mortal standards it’s too soon to meet the family. Yet he has met hers. “Sure, although if we think about it, you have met mines.” “That’s not necessarily the same thing.” “I’ll let you believe that. Should we get going?” “Yeah, just let me grab my keys.” Jace got up and revealed that he had taken off his shirt some time in the middle of the night. Andi turned her head away to keep from gawking at his body. Although she caught a glimpse of something on his upper arm.

~Sienna~ The lunch rush at is a blur of expensive suits and the low clinking of crystal, but I barely notice any of it. My focus is entirely on the man sitting across from me. Norman looks different today. He’s shed the heavy armor of the office, he’s not wearing his suit jacket, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his forearms, revealing the dark hair and the steady pulse at his wrists.

'I would rather kill myself than let this shit happen to me,' she told herself while shedding more painful tears. Still engulfed by her state of sadness, the door to the room Ava was sitting in swung open suddenly, and Jace strutted in like the elegant man that he was. Clad in a luxurious white silk shirt and perfectly tailored black suit pants that accentuated his masculine features and complemented his olive skin tone, he emanated opulence as every detail of his clothes spoke of impeccable taste. With a slight tilt of his head and a warm smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkled as he set his eyes on her wearing the beautiful dress.

Thirty minutes had passed since Marla had walked out of Jace's room, thirty long minutes, but Jace was yet to find himself. Just one thought ran through his mind. Jace had changed out of his formal shirt and trousers into a simple black top and grey shorts. His body felt more relaxed now, but his mind was far from rest. The soft fabric of the cloth couldn't overshadow the ache in his bones or the storm in his mind. He was supposed to take a long shower to cool off his body from the rising temperature.

Like anything could happen. “Take off your shirts,” I said, shutting the door behind them. Jace raised a brow. Ryan chuckled. “Straight to the point.” “Didn’t I say I make the rules?” Jace tugged his black tee over his head without hesitation. The way his abs flexed, my knees nearly buckled. Ryan followed. His chest was broader than I’d imagined. Tanned, cut, with a small tattoo peeking from his shoulder. I walked between them slowly, the silk of my shorts whispering with each step.

“Not really my thing.” Sasha ran up to them, hands on her hips. “You need to loosen up, Hale. It’s a beach, not a military camp.” River raised a brow. “I’m fine.” “No, you’re boring,” Sasha said firmly. “Go on. Do something.” Jace smiled, trying not to laugh. “Come on, River. Just… try.” River sighed but finally removed his shirt, tossing it onto a chair. His tattoos glistened under the sun, and Jace’s gaze lingered a moment too long before quickly looking away.

What the… “Put this on unless you want to keep walking around half-naked,” he barks. Fine. I’d rather not walk half naked in the hallway. I sigh and slide the oversized shirt over my head. I walk towards the full-length mirror to observe the fit. The shirt swallows me whole, the hem brushing my knees and the sleeves hanging past my wrists. Jace stares at me for a moment, his eyes lingering like he’s taking in a picture he’s not ready to forget.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.