Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

A white shirt with a black leather coat that's beside him and a fitted ripped jeans along with those black sneakers. Definitely a heartbreaker. Damon remarked, "Stop staring, love, I'll melt." "Geez, you're so cringey as usual." While Serena showing off her height wore a sleeveless white crop top along with her white skirt and black elegant heels. And Dylan was the most perfect of them all, he wore an oversized cartoon graphic shirt and denim jeans. Comparisons are easily done once you had a taste of perfection, which is Dylan! Damon laughed at me as he whisphered softly, "How could you make anyone excited to see you with how you look right now, Olivia?"

“I won.” “I watched, unfortunately.” “You owe a hug.” he shoots back. Wait, a what? “Ew I'm not touching you!” she snaps, and I can't fight the grin that teases my lips. “You are all sweaty.” “It's the sweat of a winner, kotynok.” he grins, waving his shirt in front of her. Did I mention he's shirtless? Oh yeah, he is but Amara hasn't looked at his chest. “I'll let you sell my jersey, you can bank off this.” he offers.

Exposing the intruder’s face. “What are you doing in my bedroom?” she whispered to him. His eyes were wide. He had never been this close to her before. Her unbuttoned gown was showing way too much of her cleavage. “I got lost,” he said. “Bullshit.” “It’s true.” Atarah tightened her grip on his wrist, and Dragomir flinched. “Fine. I was just trying to get some diamonds.” He said, wriggling his fingers, but Atarah didn't let go.

Dre said softly. “No,” I replied. “This was on me.” That night, I made a decision. If I wanted answers, I needed someone who’d give them willingly. Jamila" The next day, I texted her. Me: Want to hang out? Jamila: Come to my suite. When she opened the door, I froze. No hijab. A dress that didn’t match the shy girl I knew. “Finally decided to see me?” she smiled. Before anything else, I asked, “Why the Blackwood ring?”

Pressure. The presence stirred gently, like a tide adjusting to a new moon. It did not warn her. It did not push. It simply stayed aware, as if reminding her she was not standing alone anymore. Elara dressed slowly, choosing clothes that felt like herself instead of armor. Soft fabric. Neutral colors. Nothing that tried to make a statement. She refused to perform strength for people who were already afraid of it. When she stepped into the corridor, Damien was waiting. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely, expression careful.

I blinked hard, trying to force my vision to focus. Candlelight flickered around me in a loose, eerie circle. Shadows danced along the walls, and the walls carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. But they looked ancient. This wasn’t just some hideout. This was a shrine. And then I saw him. Jeremy stood a few feet away, his back turned, shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but a thin black cloth wrapped low around his hips. His skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles were tense. Even before he turned, I knew it was him. I could feel the wrongness in the air, the madness radiating from him like static before a lightning strike.

She smiled, “Pardon me, I meant, when you make love to a man, you never ever wear another man's shirt. It bruises a man's ego, especially if the man happens to lo—like you like Jordan does. Speaking of Jordan, has he seen you in that? Where is he?” In utter confusion, Emerald looked down at her outfit. She was simply donning a pair of black spandex shorts with an oversized cotton shirt, one which she had snagged from Logan. Looking back at her friend, Emerald saw the expectant look on Oriana's face as she awaited her response and then, Emerald finally realised what she had meant.

We both watch as he saunters over to a red-head. “I’m completely miserable.” Emily chuckles sadly, and I want to comfort her somehow, but she hurriedly replaces it with a smile, before leaving to mingle with other gaming nerds. Looks like my matchmaking skills might need a little bit of work. “Emma.” I hear a deep rumble. Looking up, I see Jeremy looking completely in his dark t-shirt that says ‘Never say Game Over.’ He has a dark jacket over it, his golden blonde hair is messy today, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother combing it, still it gives him this carefree look.

“It isn’t anything bad.” “What isn’t bad?” Dexter joins us, and it’s been a long time since I saw him. Not that it made me nervous considering we shared a fatal secret. But the sudden flush of awareness of his presence doesn’t go unnoticed by Diamond. Yes, she knew something. He had on a light blue pinstripe shirt, navy blue shorts, and leather sandals. His stubble was a few days overgrown. He was broader than I recall from our previous meetings. But still the same.

He was wearing only some silver silk pants, showing his milky skin. Jimmy saw his staring and he got too shy that he had to hide his red cheeks with his hands. “Don't stare.” he pouted. “Diamond,” the king whispered. “I missed you.” Jimmy pressed his lips and smiled softly, “I missed you too, your Majesty.” Taegen took a breath and took a step closer to him. He pulled his hands away from his face, “Don't hide it, you look beautiful.” he said with his deep voice. Jimmy blushed harder. He didn't know if he had to hide his face or his naked body. “Let me put on something first.”