Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

she mumbled into my chest. I couldn't move for a minute; I was basking in the knowledge that I didn't feel anything for Vanessa anymore. Zilch. Gone. I detached her arm from my torso. Then Michael appeared behind her, shirtless. He has pants that hang loosely around his torso. “This brings back memories, right Michael? Vanessa, in a robe, you, barely clothed with marks on your neck…” I poked at his patience. “This isn't what it looks like …” Vanessa defends.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

Nikolai stood in the doorway shirtless, in loose dark pants hanging low at his hips, a cigarette between two fingers. For one stunned second I forgot to breathe. The moon caught over the sharp planes of his body, over the black ink curling along his skin. I noticed the koi tattoo on the side of his chest, and some mask tattoo on his shoulder and looked away so quickly my face burned. “S-sorry,” I stammered, rising too fast. “I couldn’t sleep. I was just… looking around.” His expression gave nothing away and I started toward the door. “I’ll leave now.”

And now… here I am knocking after I sent him a package that I am always doing three times a day in the Underworld and a month here in the Human Realm. Damian made me wear a sleeveless white dress with a long sleeved black vest. I am just thinking about how covered I am at this moment though. The door opened and what welcomed me was a pair of the observant eyes of Mikael. "Hi!" I greeted him with a hand raised for a complete greeting gesture. Mikael seemed to be in shock after confirming my appearance. "Will you allow me to come inside?" I asked him to wake up from oblivion. He opened the door further, exposing Kyle who was sitting on the floor with the letter and the package beside him.

Suddenly, Tyeron pulled her and covered her eyes However, it was too late, she had already seen her friend half-naked. "What the hell, Mikael! Wear your shirt! Do you think you look sexy without a shirt? With only four-pack abs? Dream on. "So could you please wear your shirt, it's disgusting!” She heard Tyeron say to his friend. He heard Mikael laugh out loud, and then she heard footsteps walking away. Later, Tyeron had removed his hand from her eyes and pulled her to get inside. They found Heckson sitting on the couch, smiling, and besides it was a small suitcase.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

He is not wearing a shirt, and his big chest muscles look super smooth and strong. "I am not avoiding you," Joe says, but his face feels very hot. He runs his hand over his pants, feeling scared because Michael keeps holding him so tight every single morning, making his inner omega wolf go totally wild. "You look beautiful when you lie, pup," Michael teases, leaning back against the wood. "Why do you hate shirts so much?" Joe snaps, trying not to look at Michael's bare skin. Michael laughs softly, his dark eyes shining. "I have to wear heavy pack armor and capes all day for the alpha meetings. Why would I want to wear them in our own den?"

And without restraints, he laughed out loud. "That sounds ridiculous even to your doesn't it? And even if I was going to fuck someone, it would be a woman, one I'm sure is sure if her gender, not some guy with some tight asshole looking as desperate as a list puppy would for love." Gray said as he stood up. Despite the fact that he was shirtless and only had a pair of Stylocity joggers as his bottoms, he still had an impossibly aura. Kelvin felt close to tears for many reasons at the same time.

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?”

"You always hide under those heavy clothes, Milo. But tonight is special. For Elena’s sake, and for ours, we need to show the Vances that this family is a collection of treasures." Milo retreated behind the screen. He stripped off his armor—the baggy hoodie and the loose jeans—and felt the cool air hit his skin. As he slid into the cream trousers, his breath hitched. The fabric clung. It hugged the wide, feminine flare of his hips and smoothed over the "bouncy" curves of his rear in a way that made him feel utterly exposed.