Luffy Red Shirt Novels & Stories

I silently listened to him, only a smile that crept upon my face. “It was no surprise you caught my eye. Red, you were dressed in, after all, has always been my favourite colour. It is the colour of my aura, radiating warmth and passion and unceasing energy. My undying flame, burning fierce and ferocious. I too was wearing my lucky maroon shirt.”

Sabrina added carefully. “Enclosed or not, I hate Rain,” Lulu said firmly. “And I’ll never talk to her. Ever.” She turned to me, clearly irritated. “Honestly, I’m done with that topic.” “Sorry,” I said softly, lifting my shoulders a little. I didn’t mean to push. “This or…this?” Sabrina asked, holding up two scarves, one lemon-colored, the other white. Her swimsuit was pink with little green and yellow dots. I couldn’t even tell which color they were properly.

she said, without breaking the hug. "What?" Jasper asked. "Wait, let me show you," she answered and broke the hug. Jasper excitedly waited for what she has brought, that's when Nina opened the packet and presented the shirt to him. "A shirt?" Jasper was surprised. "Yes," she nodded. Jasper immediately unfolded the shirt and had a glimpse of it. "It's beautiful," he spoke as his eyes sparkled. "Wear it," she replied with a smile. "Why don't you make me wear it," Jasper winked, looking at her.

"Is this really Edgar's shirt?" asked Jef. Araf nodded. He couldn't have forgotten that Edgar loved the soccer team with the blue shirt. He also loved the number 9. Even though this shirt was torn and covered in blood, there was still the name 'GAR' written on the back of the shirt. "Is he still alive?" asked Araf in a trembling tone. This shirt was already tattered. Its shape was also out of the body. When Araf was resting and drinking, he saw this shirt stuck on a tree.

Estella greeted me from behind the bar, “Glad you made it before the match.” “Thanks. I see just as many yellow shirts as red.” “You stand out if you don’t wear your color. We sell Slam shirts for twelve bucks if you want one.” “Absolutely. I’m not exactly blending in at the moment.” They all laughed as Estella dug out a plastic-wrapped red t-shirt from under the bar. “I’ll put it on your tab and you can go change in the bathroom if you want.” “Go change. We’ll hold your stool,” Stub said as she waved me away.

I let out an exhale and turned back to the drawer, ready to continue the search when my eyss fell on a fitted shirt. I pulled it out... a deep blue that would make the purple in my eyes almost glow. This shirt had been a gift from Corwin. I could still remember the day he gave it to me. "Come on, River, you hardly have any shirts. Take this." "No, I don't need it." He found a way to hide the shirt here. Oh no, this was not the time and place to even cry. I held the shirt against my body, waiting for Zach's judgement. It didn't come, and that meant it was good

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

Liam sighed and I was sure he also rolled his eyes as he wandered off. A few minutes later he returned holding a shirt, sunglasses, and a hat out for me. Without looking, I took it from him and put the shirt on, followed by the hat and sunglasses. When I turned to look at him, I saw he was wearing a blue shirt that said, ‘I am with an idiot’. Not sure why he bought such a ridiculous shirt, I glanced down at the dark grey shirt I was now wearing. I don’t know why I was expecting anything different than the words that were written in bold red letters on my shirt. The words read, ‘I am the idiot’.

Kaira said handing me an outfit that was neatly folded. "What's that?" I asked taking it. "it's a chitenge shirt. Mel will be wearing the same thing. In a dress ofcourse," I unfolded it and it was a light blue traditional shirt with white designs that looked like flowers and also had wavy white lines in between the flowers. There were some specks of orange in between the white lines. "Wear it and let's see if it fits!" I wore it and it fit me like it was just made for me,

He stood up, "Can I borrow a shirt of any type I don't mind." For a minute I thought about how he would look in one of my shirts, I realized his chest had been distracting as I kept looking back at it so I walked into the room and got him one of my fiance's old shirts and tossed it at him. "Do you leave here alone?" He asked while putting on the shirt. "Yeah, I do," I replied. The shirt already had a dot of red on it from a blood stain. "I don't know, something about all this is off I don't tell save here."