Klaus Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

and she shouted and with that came the sound of confetti cannon and a bunch of men ripping the large gift box from the inside like a pack of hungry wolves. "To you, girl!" And behold, the men descended having nothing on but a pair of the tightest shorts and sleezy suspenders. "Ooh...okay? Wow. God makes me forget that I have a husband," Mikaella said sarcastically taking a step backwards because of the guy shaking his naked body against hers. "You wanna touch, I don't bite," the hit shirtless guy said taking her left hand and directing it to his abs.

And then he had stepped back into his steel shell, calling it a mistake and retreating behind Miss Mandell. I pulled my heavy knit cardigan tight around my ribs, unlocked my bedroom door, and stepped into the living room. Klaus was standing by the central tactical map laid out across the wooden dining table. He had stripped off his heavy coat, wearing only his fitted black tactical shirt and shoulder holster. He looked entirely rested, a terrifying feat considering he hadn't slept in over eighty hours. His dark hair was combed back, his jaw freshly shaved, his posture as sharp and imposing as ever.

MAX I walked up to Klaus, my eyes scanning the training room as I searched for him. I had come to apologize for my tantrum earlier, but as I spotted him, my mind went blank. He was shirtless, his muscles rippling as he moved through his training routine. I felt my gaze lingering on his chest, my eyes tracing the lines of his abs. "Max?" Klaus's voice cut through my haze, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You're staring." he said as I felt my throat take a huge gulp.

He was just messing with you like he always does. But it hadn't felt like nothing. 🪷SOME MINUTES LATER🪷 Molly and I came downstairs, dressed and ready for school. We found Mr. and Mrs. Brennan already at the dining table, and Klaus was there too, eating while scrolling through his phone with a small smile playing on his lips. He was dressed for school—dark jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, and a gray zip-up hoodie left open. His hair was still slightly damp, dark strands falling across his forehead. He looked effortlessly good, the kind of good that made every girl at Classic High lose their minds.

I quickly wipe out the threatening tears try to escape. "Reese , "he says my name in his deep raspy voice that makes me melt all the time. "Yes , "I reply looking at him with a smile on my face. He folds his arms tightly and his muscles bulge even though he is wearing a long sleeved shirt . Knox never likes to move around shirtless. He might be the only alpha I know who would prefer moving with a shirt no matter what weather or situation it is . This speaks a lot about him because we werewolves move around naked like it's a normal thing.

“Fish two for one.” He couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed even harder as the child pointed to her dad’s shirt with the island outline on it “Take off before washing.” Today, Mike wore khaki slacks and a plain black polo shirt. He now refused to wear anything with writing that he could not read. His hair was kept short for military regulations, but he did not shave today.

Kai stood there shirtless. Sweat still caught the light across his chest and shoulders — the kind that hadn't dried yet, that meant the training had been recent, had been hard, had been the thing he'd gone to instead of sitting at that table and holding himself together. His hair was damp at the temples. His jaw was set. His eyes landed on Malik immediately, no travel, no delay — like he'd already known exactly who was standing on the other side of the door and had opened it anyway. That was the first thing Malik noted.

The storm has passed, and the sun is shining on us. ‘Argh! Gross Micah, stop!’ I say, shoving him away. He whimpers and sits like a good obedient dog. ‘I look down to find I’m only wearing a bra and undies. I blush and quickly cross my arms to cover myself. ‘Micah! Where are my clothes, and why am I covered in drool?’ I growl. He whimpers again and shifts into his human form. I glare at Micah for the first time in history.

she said. "Yes, Mariposa. We'll watch. You're great too, go ahead and be careful!" "Don't worry we're only here when you need back up. The beauty of your new prosthetics, can abort jaws when seen by men," said by one of her colleagues. "All right, I'll be out. It's up to you to pay the club manager." Mariposa came out. She was wearing a fitted red dress that was above the knee, suitable for her because her whiteness was more pronounced.

Red from our kissing, still. My eyes travelled down to his broad throat down to his chest and over his muscles. His biceps was fully out as he was sleeping shirtless, as was his hard six pack and v-line. He was sleeping only in his underwear – I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when he had taken off his clothes. "Do you mind?", he asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I froze as I threw back my blanket. "What – of course I am! Michael, I'm not ready for-"