Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

I watched with intense fear, lifting myself off the bed as Jeremy rose- still shirtless, and me still in just my bra and pair of jeans that Jeremy had somehow unzipped even though I didn’t realize when. I zipped it back with shaky fingers. My mind was struggling to catch up with how quickly everything had shifted. “Wear this,” Jeremy breathed, taking his shirt from the bed then dumping it on my body because the tank top I wore here was nowhere to be found. He must have recklessly thrown it to the floor after tugging it off me. My eyes followed him as he picked up a black hoodie and threw it on. “Jeremy…” My voice was barely a whisper. I didn’t even know what I was about to ask for- maybe for

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

From head to toe, Jeremy is giving off a natural and carefree aura, like how he would usually look. His copper brown middle-length hair is shaggy with bangs but the layered messiness perfectly matches his laid-back look. He paired his gray jersey sweatshirt with light blue straight leg jeans with turned hems and a pair of white trainers. He is not wearing any accessories but his magnetic charm alone is already showing off his attractive appeal. "Hi. Good morning." Jeremy's shyness at the moment is unthinkable. Hana and Brian were not expecting him to be this really awkwardly shy. But that was cute of him, they thought. Smiles crossed their faces, unknowingly.

Jeremy stood in one corner of the lift chewing his chewing gum and wearing a denim jacket, unzipped and a white shirt which was almost transparent under that fashionable jacket. I admit, he looked handsome but a lot scarier than a man handsome. I stood in another corner of the lift to prevent any kind of conversation with him.

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and started giving it to Jasmine, then Jasmine asked, "Don't you have any other clothes, will you go out on the streets like this?" Eric said, "Will people become blind after seeing my body or is it a crime for a handsome smart man to walk around shirtless? If it is, then I can commit this crime and no one dares to catch me." After listening to Eric, Jasmine did not intend to argue with him any further. She wore Eric's shirt and buttoned it. Eric's white shirt looked perfect on her red colored gown and it also covered Jasmine's shoulders. After Jasmine wore his shirt, she took her head out of the car because she did not want to see Eric's muscular body.

A young woman was annoyingly telling her friend how Alpha Damien was rumored to have somehow lost his mate and how hot he was. Emma cleared her throat and multiple people surrounding them heard the power in her Beta voice. Noticing who they were standing next to, all without exception moved a step away. Ada didn’t mind being isolated like that; she was looking at the center of the arena. Damien stood shirtless, barefoot with only dress pants covering him. She approved his dress pants choice. During her training for an Alpha battle her and Emma had experimented with different pieces of clothes. Jeans were too sturdy of a fabric and sometimes pieces of it remained on the wolf after shifting. A

Jemma was standing right in front of the mirror, wearing his white shirt. The fabric clung to her long, sexy legs, reaching just past her hips. The shirt, so comfy and smooth, revealed that she hadn't worn anything underneath. Noticing Noah's frown, Jemma, realizing her unintentional exposure, hurriedly held the towel close to her chest and tried to pull the shirt down to cover her exposed thighs. She was visibly embarrassed, stammering, "Jimmy... I... I'm sorry, I had to wear your shirt..." Her voice trembled with embarrassment.

Damian replies in his usual tone. I gulp when he comes into view, looking like a tall keg of honey, his enchanting eyes as dark and soulful as ever, his black shirt begging to be ripped away from his muscular body which they hug so tightly and accentuate. How does he look so commanding and sexy wearing something so casual? Blue jeans, black short sleeves and a pair of white sneakers. The diamond chains around his neck makes this cold man even hotter than he already is. He freezes when he sees me but the quick look of surprise quickly turns stoic.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.