Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

“But stay close. Don’t go too far into the water.” He darted off, laughter spilling across the sand, and for a moment I let myself watch him with a soft smile. My heart was still heavy, but Daven was my anchor. I was lost in thought when a familiar shadow fell across my table. “Enjoying your morning?” I froze. Damon stood there, barefoot on the wooden deck, the sun glancing off his bare chest. He wore nothing but a white shirt—completely unbuttoned—and black shorts. The glimpse of his abs, sharp lines cut into golden skin, made my breath stumble before I caught it. My cheeks warmed. I forced myself to look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to me just by exist

Nora clocked it. [@SpiceShelf: Take out Crimson Vow. I need to see the heir short-circuit.] [@MafiaMutt: Shirtless Damian behind that door? Paywall energy.] I admitted it. I had a mean streak. I took out the lipstick, clicked the cap loose, and pretended to study the last page of the file. Then I let the tube roll slowly between my fingers. The lounge door swung open so fast it nearly hit the wall. Damian stood there in nothing but dark trousers. His shirt was gone, leaving broad shoulders, a lean waist, and an old pale scar under his ribs on full display. He looked dangerous, half dressed, and much less composed than he wanted to be.

Damon orders, Jasper removes three cards from his pocket and shows us. " What's that?" " Tickets to go to an exclusive club in the city," He grins. Forgetting I'm nude, I jump out of bed and go to him. I can't remember the last time I went partying. " I'm in, going to get ready now," I say, rushing to my suite. Taking a quick shower, I wear a loose silver dress that leaves my back open and has a plunging neckline showing my boobs. I wear heels and grab my bag, I find the two gentlemen, and I twirl and smile

The sprawling space was meticulously clean, dominated by massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the hazy downtown skyline. Walking toward the back of the loft, the rhythmic, heavy clanking of iron plates drew her attention. Jeremiah was in the open-concept living room, locked into a workout in his expansive home gym setup. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black Nike training shorts and matching athletic shoes. His dark skin gleamed with a heavy layer of fresh sweat as he sat on the adjustable bench, aggressively pressing two massive iron dumbbells high above his head. Every muscle in his broad back and thick shoulders corded tightly with the immense physical strain.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

He had prepared everything — a circle of lanterns, a small table with champagne, and a black velvet box. My heart stuttered. Damien dropped to one knee in the sand, completely naked like me, the ocean wind tousling his dark hair. In his hand was a delicate but unmistakably permanent collar — rose gold with a single black diamond at the front, elegant enough to pass as jewelry in public but unmistakable in meaning to us.