Just One More Chapter Shirt Novels & Stories

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

Hey guys!!! I'm back. I was overwhelmed by reading your messages. Thank you for each one of you for all your concern and love. Here is the update. Let me know how you felt about the chapter through your comments. Author's POV: "Let's check what's there inside" Kushi mumbled taking the parcel in her hand. She started opening the parcel to check which outfit was there inside it. She opened the parcel revealing a beautiful saree with another note on top of it. She was astonished seeing a stunning off-white magnificent white saree with intricate, gold embroidery. Paired with an equally beautiful off-shoulder blouse.

She says flicking through her phone and then holding it up for me "Exactly like that?" I questioned "Yes!" "Okay but you know this is a men’s shirt and ladies don’t wear it." She rolled her eyes "I know, the shirt is not for me it’s for Roger, he likes turkey designer shirts and I’ve been meaning to get him one, so when I heard that its latest design is out I decided to get it for him although it’s gonna be hard because the mall has one piece only and many people dying to get it." She explained

She never intended to tell him that as she did not want to embarrass him, but he was seriously asking for it. "Huh?" Lucas was completely stunned. "I said that I was the one who designed this shirt, and the brand belongs to Starstream Group. If you don't believe me, you can ask Maron. I remember this shirt—he said that he had a super fan who wanted to buy it but was just unable to get his hands on it, and he asked me to reserve one piece for the fan no matter what, so I did. If I remember it correctly, this was a new design released last season, right?"

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

And that’s just plain mean. The first shirt fits me perfectly, it's not tight or loose and it's a military green color. Appropriate, I guess. It has big black letters stitched on the chest but I don't know what they mean. Angelique stares at the garment for almost a full minute with intensity and then pulls out her phone and starts taking up-close pictures of the shirt. "Perfect, as always," she mutters to herself and then tosses me another, "Now this one."

The shirt torn vertically vertically down. "You jayt ruined my shirt Kevyra!" He drawled as he looked down his shirt. I was even utterly shocked because the shirt torn beyond amendment just because of an ordinary push? Yes, it was an ordinary push because I was used to an extraordinary one where I would crash against the wall or hit my head against a solid object. I blinked and began to run my palms together in an apologetic way. My body was weak for his punches and slaps that day. I wouldn't be able to bear it if he hit me. The shirt looked new, I could tell from the way the shirt torn that the fabric wasn't a quality one.

As long as I don’t pant, I’ll be fine. There’s a detail around the neckline and sleeves that made me choose it. It’s a loose blue micro plaid pattern that gives off the vibe that I’m wearing a man’s work shirt under my dress when I’m not. It’s actually attached to the dress. The neckline is folded, the shirt collar dipped around my breast, forming this V shape that made everything look good.

Marcus behind me, hand still between my legs. He shrugs his jacket off. "I missed the first part," he says. "You'll make up for it," I manage. He smiles. And starts unbuttoning his shirt. Arc 14: Full House continues in Chapter 37...

I was crying too much lately. "So, we're going to have matching Pj's tonight, love." Kaden said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he came down the basement stairs. "Oh did you have two of the same pair?" I asked, and he bit his lip. "Not exactly.. You see, mum hasn't done laundry, so all I have is one pair. You wanna take the shirt of the match?" he blushed and threw me a baggy shirt. It was burgendy with white rimmed at the collar and the edge of the long sleeves. I glanced at him confused, until I seen he had no shirt on, and matching pants to the one in my hand. I laughed