Klaus Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

I stepped into the hallway just as he hit the top of the stairs. Kael was shirtless, fresh from the gym, golden skin still gleaming with sweat that traced every hard ridge of his abs and chest. His gym shorts sat dangerously low, showing off those sharp hip cuts and the dark trail leading down. A towel hung around his neck. When his eyes met mine, that smirk slowly spread across his lips.

Maya and I glanced at each other before pushing back our heads and barking out a loud laughter from the back of my throat. Tristan and Josh made their way down the stairs and I smiled at Tris. Even with sleepy eyes, he looked sumptuous and absolutely handsome. Josh on the other hand was shirtless. His hair was messy, but it didn't tickle my fancy even for a little bit. He had on black shorts and his muscles flexed with every step he took.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

The hard planes of his muscles bulged beneath his white t-shirt, which was made sheer by the sunset so that I could see everything underneath. “What?” he teased, catching my eye when he noticed me staring. “Something on my face?” I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m not allowed to look?” “I never said that.” Chris’s voice was husky, his steps slow as he meandered back to the end of the bed. He carefully grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tousling his hair along the way. A moment later, he stood shirtless in front of me in all his muscular glory.

Why in the Moon Goddess's hell was he shirtless? I jolted into a sitting position, never mind the violent spinning, to find myself wearing only my underwear and an oversized shirt—Kael's shirt. I jumped to conclusions faster than a gull catching a crab. Did Kael and I have sex? I refused to let my mind make any assumptions.

"I'm sure you don't want to create any scene at your Boss's party." I looked around for Jacob but couldn't find him anywhere. "Come with me!" "Leave her hand!" I immediately heard a very cold and rude voice out of nowhere. Mr. Macroni looked shocked when his eyes landed on the owner of that rude voice, and I took that chance to take my hand away from his. Turning around, my gaze fell on the owner of the voice, and I skipped a beat of my heart. Klaus Martinez was looking drop-dead gorgeous in his Black color three-piece suit, paired with a white shirt. His hairs were perfectly gelled, just like HIM.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

I said to Lautner and acted annoyed with him but it seems that my acting is not well delivered and it wasn't effective because Lautner just smirks and raised an eyebrow at me. "He's not insulting you, Ashton. But with that sleeveless shirt and trunks you're wearing, I think you'll be a little bit out of place in that event." Mason said and just like Lautner he is wearing ripped jeans with the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs visible and his top were only covered with a leather jacket, it was unbuttoned which exposed his eight-pack abs.