Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

The murderous aura around him was so strong I could feel its heat through the screen. “Please… please Kian… just wait a little longer… don’t let him attack first—” The air around Mizkeal had turned into glowing threads, converging and knitting themselves into a fluttering black robe over Kian’s shirtless body. The robe hid beneath it the bloodstains on his chest and abs that were the proof of the bloodbath he had just trodden through — the bloodshed he had caused before coming here. Mizkeal took in a deep breath, facing the sky and stretched out his arms. He had walked out of the Blank Space all by himself. And he stood against the army on the border alone.

Oh, if only he knew. "Maybe, maybe not." I replied, pulling my hand away from his grasp as I hugged myself, "But still I need time, time to forget what happened. So please, just give me some time." "Baby i--" Luckily for me, a voice interrupted. "There's my baby." I looked behind Cooper to see Caroline with a bright smile, as she pulled Cooper into a hug, Thorne Mikaelson, looking dashing as every, strolled behind her. Fuck, he was so fucking hot, and he was all mine. Maybe not known by everyone, but we both knew he was mine as I was his. He wore a loose, white linen button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an air of relaxation about him. The shirt's had the first few button

“Put it on.” He rolled his eyes. “Is that a requirement to rescue the girls?” Nikola, who’d been working on his postgraduate studies, had this thing for going around shirtless or wearing muscle shirts, and while I didn’t give a shit what he did while on this campus, it would draw unwanted attention at Yale. “Yes,” I gritted. “Fine, fine.” His expression sombered, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice. The guy could be restless to the point of stirring trouble, much like his uncle Sasha.

The door eased open, and Marcus stepped out. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, semi-hard outline of his cock. His hair was tousled from sleep, his broad chest and defined abs catching the low light. He looked dangerous. Masculine. Like pure temptation wrapped in muscle and sin. Our eyes met instantly.

I said, trying to pull my hand away. But Amelia wouldn't let me go. "Come on, you need to get out and have some fun. Don't let one bad guy ruin your whole life," she said, her expression softening. I sighed, knowing she was right. I couldn't let Jonathan's betrayal consume me forever. "Okay, fine. I'll go," I said, reluctantly. "But what should I wear?" Amelia's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. And don't worry about the outfit, we'll find something perfect for you to wear."

Mika looked like he wanted to kiss me but his sister and their friends hollered at him and he got up, giving me an apologetic smile, and jogged off in their direction. I was so busy watching how the men interacted like family, like pack, that I didn't see Michelle heading my way. She sat down next to me. Cornrows on full display, black shirt with cut off sleeves and the sides slit so I could see the gray tank top underneath, black basketball shorts, and ending in white and blue running shoes.

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.

Revenge is a dish best served cold…. "I messed up my shirt while cooking so I removed it and dropped it in the washer. I can go get another shirt if I am making you uncomfortable.?" Michael asked with an emotionless face Christina gawks at her new eye candy . 'Finally my feminine charms have worked.' She murmured to herself with a seductive smirk on her face. "Actually I don't mind at all. You can be shirtless all your life and I wouldn't mind a little bit." She said while licking both her lips.

"Lina" I jumped up and saw Mykel standing beside the bed. I didn't even hear him coming in but that thought was banished and replaced with the sight of him infront of me. He was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat. His hair was all over the place as if he was tossing it all day. His CK boxers were peaking over his dark blue jeans that hung low revealing his V-line. I swallowed as I forced myself to meet his eyes.

I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen. Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat. Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant line work that complements his frame.