Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.