Kurapika Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves. “Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.” Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick. Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.

Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by. The figure, who was not considered Maureen's type, was only wearing pangsi pants, a type of pants that widened at the bottom for pencak silat players. Meanwhile, his bare chest showed the kind of harbor most women dream of. Every curve shiny with sweat formed by bone and muscle was perfectly presented without any fine hair. "Angga, in case you forgot." He said his name again as he extended his hand. Without waiting to be greeted, he grabbed Maureen's fist, unraveling it into a momentary posture.

Kurat looks into my eyes with a sexy smirk . “I think you need to get ready , looks like she is ready to meet the world” He kisses my forehead and lets go of my chin . Twenty minutes later I am in one of Kurat’s large t-shirts that looks more like a dress , heading towards the clearing that is in the middle of the forest . My skin was starting to itch as was my gums . Noticing me rubbing my arms he stops and before I can say anything I fall to my knees as a searing pain shoots through me .

he passed me a white cloth which was folded very perfectly " What is this ? " I took it and unfold to see what kind of dress he gave me. It was a long white cotton Kurta. Giving me a smirk he went inside but for that moment I didn't understand what's the meaning of that smirk. I changed my wet clothes and put that white oversized kurta which ended up till my above my thighs but what made it more uncomfortable was the slit on both sides which started from just below my butt cheeks and there wasn't any pants or shorts to wear. Why I feel like this night is not going to be a sane one ?

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

The trio looked stunned after seeing him, he was wearing a very different kind of set at this time, perhaps he had never worn such clothes till today or they had never seen him wearing it. He was wearing a half sleeve polo t-shirt with a capri. The t-shirt had two buttons, both of which were open due to his collarbone were visible. And the length of capri was a few inches below his knees, which made his long legs look more beautiful. He has combed his hair roughly and it came down and reached to his eyebrows like an anime character.