Novel & Cerita Kol Mikaelson Shirtless

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

I slipped downstairs in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, my hair loose and messy, desperate for a glass of water or maybejust maybea glimpse of them. The kitchen lights were dim. Logan stood at the island, shirtless in gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, muscles rippling as he poured a protein shake. Mike leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed, wearing only black boxer briefs. They both froze when I entered. For a long second, no one spoke. The air thickened instantly. Logan’s eyes dragged slowly down my body, pausing on the hem of my t-shirt where it barely covered the curve of my ass. “You shouldn’t be down here dressed like that,” he said, voice rough.

He helped Mellisa to her feet and continued, "I will be waiting for you downstairs after I finish getting ready. Please, do not keep me waiting for too long." Mellisa kissed Maxwell's cheeks and quickly grabbed the paperback beside him before running into the dressing room. Maxwell watched her with a smile and then rose off the couch to head to his room for a quick shower and change. Michelle and Shina emerged from their room, and my, did they look stunning! Michelle was adorned in a long, one-armed red dress with a shimmering fabric. The dress was accentuated with a gold, snake-shaped fabric on one side of the arm. She completed the look with matching heels and earrings, and her lighter mak

“I need to see the hardware, Ms. Night. The external interface is glitching. If I don't stabilize his core processor, his brain is going to melt out of his ears within the hour. Shirt. Off. Now.” Kai hesitated, his jaw working. Then, with a resigned sigh, he holstered his gun and reached for the hem of his tactical shirt. He pulled it over his head. I had seen Kai shirtless before. I had touched him. But under the harsh, fluorescent lights of the lab, he looked… devastating.

I think this damn shirt needs to go. I nodded in agreement. “That's my good girl,” he murmured and reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. He murmured his appreciation at my lace-clad breasts and went ahead to cup them and place a kiss on the cleavage. “You look better this way with no shirt on,” he said. “You’re not saying I should start walking around the pack and going about my daily business with no shirt on, right?” I whispered. “You can do anything you want, Malia. You can even walk around completely naked but that would mean that many of the men are going to lose their eyes because I’m going to gouge them out.”

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.

" smiled and walked to his place on cloud nine. Saturday, was rainy and cooler than the normal, as if it knew what was in store for this evening. Mackayla was a bit edgy having not slept well last night no bad dreams to blame. She showered and patched her tattoos she was nervous about tonight. She had a feeling letting the tattoos show would probably not be good they were restless sensing her mood.She met Blake at their assigned spot he was leaning against the hood of the jag. He did a bit of a double take at Mackayla's attire and attitude that radiated from her. She had chosen to wear a strapless, purple dress that was cut down the middle to her navel, but it had a strip that connected the

I stride in, calculating each step just in case he's as pissed as Michelle was. “Camilla.” I jump when he says my name because I can't see him. A second later he comes into frame. I suck in a breath trying not to stare at him, he is shirtless, wearing a pair of charcoal grey pajama pants. I try not to gawk at him but I find myself watching his upper body, my gaze trails on his tattoos, so flawlessly inked on his ever glowing skin. The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep.

She keeps on calling out to Kaelan but he remained unanswered. “Mikael, please. You are not in your right mind. I order you to leave, now! You can’t be here.” He grinned and slowly taking of his clothes, leaving him bare from waist up. His lean muscles soaked with sweat glisten and it adds more to Eve’s fear. Eve whimpered and keep on calling for Kaelan but still, he didn’t slam into the room.