Luffy Hawaiian Shirt Novels & Stories

"Touching you right now means I'll have access to your body whenever and wherever i want it, no other man will have access to you apart from me!!" his voice was cold and husky. "yess..., "You would regret this the next morning-” "No, i won't-" She had no idea why she felt inexplicable trust towards him, perhaps it was due to the fact that he save her or perhaps it was beacuse he had not hurt her even after she had kissed him like that. However she had not considered the premitive insticts of a man. "You're offering yourself to me, when you don't know what I'm capable of. You have a chance to stop your self now, else after this night you won't have any Chance to back out" he

“Answer me, Nessa. Do you want to kiss me again?” When I finally opened my mouth to answer, Vito interrupted me. “And before you do, you should know the power your words hold, so think very well before you do.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d fantasized about it a few nights prior. “I do.” I finally answered, my words just as breathless as his. “You are certain that you want to do this?” I almost smiled. He was supposed to be a big bad mafia boss, but there he was making sure that I really wanted him to fuck me. Without saying anything else, I held the lapels of his shirt and brought his lips down on mine. ~•~ Nessa Sims faces an unfortunate fate when Vito Giancana, the don of the

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None

I was feeding my seven-year-old daughter, Lucy Langer, when Robert Langer crashed through the front door, reeking of alcohol. His shirt collar hung askew, and red marks blazed across his neck. "Audrey," he said hoarsely, "someone spiked my drink at the charity gala. But don't worry. I've already had my lawyer handle it." I nodded. After so many years of marriage, I knew he only had eyes for me and our daughter. He never strayed. Or so I believed… until eight months later. While Robert was away on a business trip, his cruise ship caught fire. The news dominated every channel. Clutching a sobbing Lucy, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him swathed in bandages, standing outside the m

“You can lie with your lips, little moon,” he said “But your body screams for me.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, although I could feel my wolf howling inside of me, trying to claw her way out to get to him. “Say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too. You can’t run from me forever, little moon” I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were and you always will be.” Ruelle Silvermane has always been the quiet sister, overlooked in a powerful pack, until fate ties her to Thorne, the fierce Alpha of Ironclaw. But their bond stirs envy, betrayal, and d

"Damn, you're delicious," he murmured, his touch burning with a desperation that made her heart race. She completely lost herself in him, convinced that for once, the walls between them were finally crumbling. But just as the tension reached a breaking point, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to freeze the fire in his eyes. In a heartbeat, the passionate man vanished, replaced by the ruthless block of ice he usually was. He took two steps back, his jaw tensed, and abruptly pulled away, shutting down completely. "Enzo," she called out, her voice trembling. "What's wrong?" He didn't respond. Grabbing his shirt, he walked

Before I was wheeled into surgery, the nurse kept urging me to call a family member. At last, a delivery runner rushed into my ward, out of breath. "Hello, Ms. Wexler. Mr. Adrian Prescott placed an order for me to accompany you through surgery in Ward 907." My phone buzzed twice with a new notification. I lowered my head and saw Sophie Lane's latest post. "Caught a cold and sounded a little stuffy, and Mr. Prescott noticed right away. He insisted on taking me to the doctor and even made ginger tea for me. So spicy, but so sweet." The picture showed a tall, lean man with his shirt sleeves rolled up, pouring ginger tea from a saucepan into a thermos. His eyes were focused and gentle. I

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looke

This book contains explicit scenes….Do not read if not above eighteen :) ———— “God! Yes!” I cried out, lifting one leg to hook around his hips, I ground my core against the hard bulge in his pants as he guided my shirt over my head and continued to place soft kisses down my chest. I arched my back, my nipples hardening as his tongue dipped into my cleavage. “F….Fuck me, please….I want you deep inside of me,” I begged, quivering under his touch……his gaze, his everything. His eyes met mine, his brow slightly raised, as if seeking a final approval. “You sure?” He asked, his voice low and husky……and so fucking sexy! *************** I knew better than t

After losing a game of truth or dare, my fiancé went to City Hall and married another woman. I had called him forty-seven times. In the end, the only answer I got was Seraphina’s Instagram story. In the photo, she and Vincenzo were holding a brand-new marriage certificate. She was smiling like she had won, and he was wearing the white shirt I had ironed for him that morning, his fingers casually pinching her cheek. One minute later, he called me. “Elena, don’t make this bigger than it is. It was just a game. Give me thirty days. I’ll divorce her, and then we’ll get married like we planned.” He thought I would forgive him the way I always had for the past three years. But this time, I didn’t