Luffy Hawaiian Shirt Novels & Stories

“Your grandma wore that? I need to have a conversation with Miss Lola.” We both laughed. I glanced at her outfit. “So… a bra top and shorts?” She nodded proudly. “Hawaiian inspired swimsuit top, matching shorts, and an open shirt over it.” I smiled. “Okay. Cute.” “And keep the ponytail,” she added. “That’s your thing.” I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, curls bouncing. She nodded approvingly. “And you need red lipstick,” she said. “I don’t care what colors you’re wearing. Red hair equals red lips.”

It is hard to tell if it came naturally or from hours in the gym. “Here,” he gently places the flannel shirt on the grass in front of me and turns around. “Shift and put this on. I’ll turn my back to you, and I pinky promise I won’t peek. Not even a little one.” I am frozen to the spot as my heart beats rapidly. I stare at the shirt, then his back, and back to the shirt. “Do it,” Lily commands. “What did I just say?” I hiss. Maybe today’s events prove too much for Lily because she never wants to shift back to human.

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

Colt dismissed me. “I got the message, man. Some other time, Iris. Oh, wait.” He opened his plastic bag, pulled a shirt, and offered it to me. “This would be perfect for you.” “You’re giving me that?” I asked in disbelief, smiling like I just received the best gift ever. “This is a ladies' shirt. So, it’s definitely for you.” I took it from him—a shirt with a strawberry print. “Thank you. That’s so kind of you, Frost.”

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Cain could pull it through. Mr. Cain left without no choice but was also excited for the first time he would wear yellow Hawaiian flowery clothes. Why not? Others would wear green coordinates like a tree. There’s a red coordinate like fiery lava and the other one is blue like a sky. Then he would be the yellow sun or a banana peel. Whatever. It was the first beach outing they were going to have. When they reached the beach, the butlers and servants they brought prepared their shelter. A big sunproof canopy.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he embraced her from behind, stealing a sweet peck on her head, momentarily oblivious to those around. Today, the world seemed to blur as he gazed at her; his excitement was palpable and heightened. What set this day apart was the fact that she was adorned in his new white shirt, sleeves rolled up, resting gracefully on her wrists. Two buttons at the top were casually left open, revealing a glimpse of her baby pink bikini set with its high-stretch texture design, a sight that captivated him entirely. Unable to contain his amusement, he inquired, "When did you steal my shirt? No wonder why wasn't I able to find it." Her response, accompanied by a wink and a light blu

He noticed she was still wearing his shirt, “Sorry Lola. I see you became rather attached to my shirt.” She looked down and her face became even redder, “It was just comfortable to sleep in, okay?” She pulled the shirt over her head and threw it at him. She was now standing in front of him in a dark blue hipster and bralette. He swallowed and tried to think straight, “You can keep it if you ..” but before he could finish his sentence all his blood went below and his towel was levitating.

Some of them were familiar, but I didn't recognize most of them. I grab one of the hangers and pull out a grey shirt with a purple crescent moon on it. I give Trish a wild look as I show her the shirt. Trish bursts out laughing before responding to my expression. "It's a crop top, Lucy," she smiles. I hold it up to my body and look at her, confused. She walks over and looks through the rack before grabbing a hanger with a pair of pants on it. "These go together," she explains.

They both wore Islanders, leather sandals. I was wearing a thin white long-sleeved shirt, tied at the front, and denim shorts. Lazarus strongly opposed me wearing this thin shirt, thinking it looked too transparent and my black lacy bra could be seen, but he couldn't do anything when I reminded him of all his wrongdoings towards me. Fortunately, he understood. It's not like my shirt was that thin anyway. He's just overreacting.