Just One More Chapter Shirt Novels & Stories

𖦹THEME SONG OF THE CHAPTER𖦹 ★ Monster by Shawn Mendes, Justin Bieber ★ [[ IRIS'S POV ]] My eyes swiped over those black uniforms that made me frowning hard undoubtedly. I wasn't acknowledged with their uniforms or nor could I remember to see them before. Except their eagle eyes, every part of their body was wrapped in a tight black polo outfit. Their aura was definitely frightening but not enough to frighten my spirit as I exhaled an exhausted sigh.

DINING WITH THE ENEMIES (She's just naive) Genres; Thriller CHAPTER 09 By, baby favour ★★★★ (Malcolm Mansion) Nora dresses up happily and can't wait to get to school,she is never happy going to school but today she's just because she can't wait to be Mr handsome again. She put on a white snickers with matching headwarmer,black flare shirt and white t-shirts. Just today she deside to be a good student with others.

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

She wanted something comfy to wear or maybe nothing at all. “I brought some clothes in a backpack. The shirt and shorts are going to be way big on you, but we can make it work.” Austin walked over to the door. “I’ll be right back.” Emery nodded her head okay as he left to get some clothes for them to change into.

“We’ll just have to make do with the space we have here.” Space? Space for what? But as I turned to look at him, I had to fight the urge to just spin right back around again. Because he stood to the side as he watched me, slowly starting the process of unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I yelled in surprise, unable to stop myself from looking. He didn’t seem phased in any way though, his lip twitching into a smile. “It’s my favourite shirt,” he said, as if it were obvious. “I don’t want it to get ruined.”

She would never agree. One did not always have to be submissive to make one's own decisions. Moreau tentatively approached Abihirt's wardrobe. Looking for something relevant, but all the clues around barely revealed a few work clothes and collared shirts. Or perhaps she needed to pry open the folds of fabric between the other shelves. Moreau bent down slightly once her body was wrapped in Abihirt's plain t-shirt. It felt like a hug, even if it wasn't. She smiled slightly as she found something. A thin bokser probably wasn't too bad.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

I want to get to know him and have him get to know me, but how am I meant to do that when he keeps me at arms-length all the time? With a heavy sigh, I step into my closet and take off my shirt and go to lay out my clothes for tonight. Since Eisa and I didn’t get to go out the other night because my parents had to act like royal bigots, we’ve decided to have a do-over tonight. I go through my closet and lay out some black skinny jeans and black suede shoes. I go to grab my favourite club shirt, but I can’t find it in its usual place. I rummage through the entire closet and even check the hamper, but I can’t find it. Last I wore it was last week, so there’s a good chance I’ve misplaced it or

Taking a deep breath three times, she felt light. She went inside the mall and roamed the shops to search for something for him that he would love. "I don't even know what he likes." She pouted around the mall. 'He had a lot of clothes in his cupboard. All of them are only in three colors: white, black, and grey. 'She thought and counted on her fingertips.

“You just love ordering people around, like you’re any better,” I muttered weakly under my breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. I scooted to the edge of the chair, trying not to let my soaked clothes seep into the fabric. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even shoot me a glare. Instead, he reached up and grabbed the collar of his white shirt. To my surprise, he peeled it off in one swift motion, skipping the buttons altogether. My eyes betrayed me, lingering as the muscles of his chest and arms shifted under his pale skin. The shirt landed lazily on the backrest of the chair I was sitting on, the damp fabric slumping as if mirroring my exhaustion.