Killmonger Shirtless Novels & Stories

Slowly, his wounds heal himself and he got up to snatch a bottle of the scotch he was drinking from a guard beside him. His comrades sat beside him, all surrounded by their hypnotized victims, ready to quench their thirst to a brim. Like Vadim, his second in command, Lingard wear no shirt and he was built to the core. Looking like he has only eaten steroids all his life, he wore ripped jeans and a white fur coat that covers his shoulder to his back. His white hair and red eyes made him a terrifying creature with tattoos running around his chest up to his back.

Different scents occupy the space, mainly from Lance's Pack and a few from the visiting packs. Among the many, one stands out. My mates. On their own accord, my eyes dart around the field until they spot him, and he’s looking right back at me. What upsets me more is his shirtless body on display, and how the she-wolves from other packs are shamelessly gawking at him. I know it shouldn't bother but damn, even my blocked beasts managed to release themselves and I hope they won't ruin my plan. He needs a fucking shirt. Come to think of it, my mate is still hot even when fully clothed, don't they see the mark on his neck though.?

*** “Why do I suddenly feel colder here!" Migo exclaimed while looking around and rubbing his shoulder. “Wow. Oh!” Everyone in the hall exclaimed! Holding their breaths, as the male gods are about to enter. One by one, they posed at the booth, like models walking on a runway fashion show. Migo is wearing a Velvet-tailored fit maroon Burgundy 3 piece Suit. A hot playboy image. Kian is wearing a 3 piece Gray Suit Tuxedo, perfect for a handsome heartthrob look.

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

♡ Angela♡ I tucked the photo in my shirts pocket as soon as I heard the door open and close. I had to wear training clothes which consisted of a comfortable violet shirt (it had two side pockets which was a huge advantage for me) and spandex shorts. I prefer to wear this in front of a guy I just met. "Cherry--ugh, go change, you stink!" Mason commented as soon as he came. "And you smell like a rose," I snorted, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious, anyway, captain!"

I breathed it off and dressed up in a black hose, wearing a short denim jean under. I matched it with a peach off shoulder top. Next, I wore a black hoodie to cover the outfit, since bright colors were forbidden. As I marched to school, I was passing near the gym when I saw Bane. He was naked at the top. Thus, this left me staring at me like a hungry she-wolf. He was lifting an exercise instrument which made his chest flex sexily. I bit my lips at the sight, watching how hot he looked by that

There were still a few droplets of water collected on his shoulders, wet from the shower. I could make out the long V on his lower-half that disappeared into the waist-band of his sweats and the trail of hair that trickled down from under his bellybutton. With the amount of ink on his skin, it was hard to see at first glance. "Do you want me to put on a shirt?" "No ." I shouted, astonishing even myself at how loud I was. "I mean, no," I said, less enthusiastic and mellowed out. "You don't have to if you don't want to put a shirt on." His eyes leveled with mine.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

I’m not going to disappear because of a misleading headline. He looks at me for a moment before slowly nodding. — Good, then let’s get dressed, breathe, and face the world. In the bathroom, I tie my hair back into a ponytail. I choose a dark, sober suit. No makeup. Nothing that attracts attention. But even by erasing colors, I feel the weight of the gaze awaiting me outside. Because today, when I step out, I am no longer the assistant in the shadows. I am the one who makes the heirs tremble.