Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Jeremy, what happened to your outfit? It’s quite… stained.” Jeremy glanced down at his spoiled jacket, his expression turning to one of irritation. “Oh, this? I'll tell you what happened! Your future son-in-law happened!” he replied coldly, his voice filled with disdain for the person responsible for this: Liam Danvers. Thanks to Liam Nathan couldn't even move around anymore around the yacht since his outfit was a mess, and there was not much he could do, since he didn't have spare clothes.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

The morning mist clung low to the ground, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. And then— I stopped. Damien was already there. Shirtless. Breathing slow and controlled, muscles moving fluidly beneath skin kissed by dawnlight. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling against his neck, damp with sweat. He was stretching, rolling his shoulders like a predator preparing for a hunt. I felt it. That sharp, unwanted heat. Moon help me. I cleared my throat loudly. “Is a shirt illegal where you come from?” He turned.

Roy greeted the bouncer and ushered Jeremy inside through the doors to the opening dance floor of EDEN. Jeremy looked down at his oversized white sweater and dark blue jean shorts and sighed self consciously. To other people here, he may seem like a naughty kid skipping cram school. "Uh Roy, I think I am not appropriately dressed for the occasion." Jeremy tugged Roy's black cotton shirt, shying from the stares of the arriving people around the dance floor. Roy peered around, caught the stares and returned them icily. Everyone reverted to their business and left the pair of boys alone. Jeremy showed an expression of gratitude to Roy―to which Roy's lips itched to curve.

“Why aren't you listening?!” “He's too busy looking at the chest, I mean the charming people entering the hall.” Johnny chuckled and gained a death glare from Damian. “That's working!” Tom clapped his hands. “If only you saw how Damian was looking at you. He was melting!” Avery blushed and stared at the DJ. “He doesn't look bad either,” Damian was wearing a white shirt along with a simple black blazer. His hair was styled with a black and white bandana, making him look classy and hot at the same time.

Jemima assumed on her own. "What do you mean?" Julian asked, not understanding the girl's words. "Well, I mean... sorry beforehand, after you changed into slightly brighter clothes like that, you don't look like a homeless person anymore," Jemima explained. Julian nodded as he looked at his outfit: a navy jacket with cream-coloured fur, a light grey t-shirt, and denim jeans. Only his shoes were not changed: Air Jordan Silver shoes. "Oh, I just didn't buy the shoes. They look nice, although it seems fake," Jemima yelled out as she saw Julian taking off his shoes.

He turned and saw the most beautiful man on earth. Jeremy was coming down like a model showcasing the new range of fashion. He was wearing an ash grey suit with Maroon shirt and a bowtie. And was looking like straight out of the magazine shoot. He was staring at him when he felt someone patting his shoulder. He turned to see his Dad smiling at him.

“I… I don’t know what to wear. It’s just the movies, but Stella will drag me for wearing anything boring, and Bree will drag me for wearing anything too much.” Jeremy chuckled, stepping in and closing the door behind him. “Let me see.” He walked over to the closet, flipping through hangers until he pulled out a simple cream sweater dress and dark tights. He held it up, tilting his head. “This one.” I hesitated. It was modest, soft, and…safe. Exactly what Jeremy liked. But it wasn’t what I would’ve picked. I have to try... adjusting to him ...but then a thought Crossed my mind

Jeremy and Lena walked into a room, it was a dressing room. Lena sat on the sofa while Jeremy stood in front of the dressing mirror as though he was admiring himself. Jeremy began to unbutton his shirt slowly, he pulled it off and showed his massive shoulder, and broad chest,his ads were heavenly. Lena exhaled deeply as she saw Jeremy take off his shirt, it became hard for her to breath it was as though Jeremy sized the air around her making her choke,Lena couldn’t take her eyes off of Jeremys figure,he was breathtaking,Lena didn’t notice that Jeremy could see her and head her as her heart thumping hard in her rib cage like it was going to jump out.

I whimpered, curling slightly into myself, blinking at the sudden brightness. And there he was. Damien. He was shirtless, only wearing dark jeans, standing tall in front of me like a monster from a nightmare. And in his hand… a silver chain, wrapped around his palm tightly. It should’ve burned him, but it didn’t. It was like he enjoyed the pain. Like he fed off it.