Just One More Chapter Shirt Novels & Stories

"Is that another shirt? What is that?" She shrugged off her shirt, then plucked at the tight, stretchy garment beneath. "What, this? It's a tactical compression shirt. It squeezes pretty tight, keeps my lady parts from getting in the way. Plus it keeps all the horny boys around here from staring quite as hard." There doesn't appear to be a lot to stare at, I almost said. Officer Barbour took off the tactical compression shirt. I stared. Hard.

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.

Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.

I grinned, wondering if Alex would accept my gift for him—a couple's shirt. "Billy, Jack. You both can take it, too. It's on me," I said when I saw the look on their faces. I'm sure Billy is thinking about Sarah and Jack, his wife. I chose the black-and-white shirt—black for Alex and white for me—with a half-heart printed on each one. When you put the t-shirt together, the heart becomes whole. I chose this shirt because it wasn't as apparent as the same color. With Alex's status, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable wearing it. I also bought a couple of bracelets, hoping he will like them.

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

"Don't go there." Chloe opened a couple of drawers before she found one with shirts. Rummaging through an assortment of t-shirts, she settled on a Chicago Cubs jersey. It was a short-sleeved button-down affair that came down to mid-thigh. She slipped it on and buttoned it all the way. In the mirror, it didn't look quite right. She undid the top two buttons, exposing just a hint of the valley between her breasts. Better, she thought.

She spoke with little to no emotion- making it hard to tell if she was being genuine or not. Jack offers her a very unamused look in return before speaking. "I'm sure." He replied whilst sitting himself down on my bed. I began to look through my closet for something cute to wear, that would also provide me with comfort. My eyes scan over all my possible selections before landing on a purple long-sleeved v-neck. The shirt is cotton, so it's soft and it also has different ruffles for style. This is definitely one of my favorite shirts.

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.