Mahito Shirtless Novels & Stories

Vivian," 'But there's no other way' "Are you listening?!" Kirito shouted. "Yes, when will you be naked?" Vivian said, subconsciously. "What are you thinking about, Vivian?" Kirito asked. "Shit." Vivian shouted as she got up. "I can see that." "No, I'm--" "Get ready, let's go," He got up. "You'll go like that?" Vivian asked. "Why? Is there a problem with these?" Kirito wore a white shirt and a maroon sweater with ripped, black jeans.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

he asked as she started to pull at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I need something to put on the wound to stop the bleeding,” she repeated very patiently. “You're not going to get naked here—” “I'm not!” she exclaimed. “I just need to tear this shirt so... why is this so damn hard to tear? It looks easy in the movies.” He snickered. “Stop. Use this.” And he started to strip his shirt off… his body. “What are you doing?” she asked, very suspiciously. “Use this. It's got blood in my back already, so it doesn’t matter. I have a lot and I can walk shirtless. You can't.”

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.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

08:00 AM. Maahir stood at the isolated location dressed in a white shirt paired up with a beige blazer with gelled onyx hair. With his tall figure, wheatish complexion, and husky muscles, he looked extremely handsome. He strode towards the door and rang the bell a few times, but no response.