Levi Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

Jessie smiled and came to lay the dresses on the bed beside Ana. Ana eyed all of the dresses and saw they were all nighties. “Am I supposed to wear this to meet with Mr Miller?” She looked at Jessie in question. Jessie nodded. “One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.”

"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.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

And so, I opened it. There he stood, Adam freaking Miller, looking dashing in a crisp white shirt and a dark brown jacket and dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair had more gel in it than usual and I could tell he had just shaved since there was no stubble in sight. The man looked as if he had just jumped out of a magazine. His brown eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away around me. His eyes slowly scanned over my body, his smile growing along with my self-confidence. One thing about Adam Miller I had already figured out, was that somehow, the man was a terrible liar, and right now, he wasn't hiding the fact that he liked what he was seeing.

She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk. Across the gap, Levi’s balcony door slid open. Shirtless again, sweat still gleaming on his chest and stomach from whatever workout he’d just finished. Black basketball shorts hung low on narrow hips, the waistband of dark boxer briefs visible above them. A fresh tattoo wrapped his left forearm—something sharp and geometric, still red at the edges. He leaned on his railing, forearms braced, and met her eyes without flinching. “Evening,” he said. Voice rough from disuse or smoke or both.

“I’m sorry—for leaving, for not calling, for not coming back sooner, for not looking for you when I finally did.” “Look, let’s be real—” “Amelia.” He stepped in, catching the flush on her cheeks, the tension in her posture. “You’re shaking. Did something happen?” “Nothing happened. Okay? Look…” Millie stared at him momentarily, then said, “Take off your shirt.” “What?” “You heard me.” Aidan grabbed the bottom of his white shirt, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to the floor. Millie’s eyes moved over him—his abs, chest, the inked skin she knew well, muscles tense, jeans riding low on his hips.

exe had stopped working, the thought-to-be-crashed process revived: “This might be a private beach, but it is a wide-open area without any mountains to block the view. There might be paparazzi lurking around. Or swimmers from nearby beaches.” “So?” Noah looked at his imposing brother-in-law uncomprehendingly. “What if they take a picture of you and publish it online?” Levi’s mind, alongside his shamelessness, was slowly getting back online, so he very patiently laid out the problem, looking very upright and very serious. But his baby still failed to see the point, “So what if they do?” ‘Baby, I’m saying no one is allowed to see you unclothed but me!!’ ＞︿＜

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

“I’ll be holding you to that promise.” Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,” “Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.