Milo Manheim Shirtless Novels & Stories

That was when he saw what the guy actually looked like. He was tall, sure, but he had high cheekbones, a pointy, rat-like face, and nasty, stained smoker teeth. He wasn't even remotely handsome. Dressed in a leisure suit, Warren had a wooden rosary wrapped around his wrist and decorative beads around his neck. Joseph found him rather tacky. But when he imagined that this man had been intimate with Cora and might even have fathered her children, he felt so disgusted that he almost threw up right then and there.

The doctor lubricated her finger and looked at her first. "Is there anything you would like me to know, Miss Carter?" The doctor asked her before checking her. Mila was scared. "I have not been touched, but I have touched myself. I do not know if it counts," She replied. The doctor laughed at her naivety. The doctor wrote it down and let her dress up, then went to call Vincent in. Mila backed him, scared of what he was going to do to her. "She is a virgin sir, she has confirmed it by herself," She told him.

“Here. Wear this.” Milo peeled out of his travel clothes sluggishly, exhaustion written across his face. Ethan helped, steady hands easing the shirt over Milo’s head. The sight that greeted him nearly knocked the air from his lungs. Milo stood there in nothing but the oversized tee, hem brushing his thighs, hair mussed and eyelids heavy. It hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. He had to cover his mouth with his hand, telling himself 'no' over and over. Milo was tired. He needed rest.

Honestly, if Mane could see her he would have wondered if she was wearing anything at all. Fortunately, he could not. His eyes were still covered by the bloodied cloth even though he was almost completely naked. He wore nothing but a small pair of trunks to protect his modesty. His broad shoulders and built torso were exposed, and his muscular legs in the water were also unclothed. The hole on his chest had been sown, and although his ribs still hurt they were healing rapidly. Most importantly, he was very uncomfortable.

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

I stare at Carl before following the other guy inside. There he was smoking and shirtless. His back is against us and his black jean pants were a bit downwards exposing his Calvin Klein briefs. " Gray." He turned around and he was sort of shocked to see me. " Manny, leave." The guy nods and walks out. I sigh and cross my arms looking at shirtless Gray and his tatted toned body. Without doubts , he's well built in and out. He drops his cigarette on the ashtray and walks towards my figure.

“Why… why are they… are they all… shirtless?” The green-eyed man, Damon, appeared calmly behind me, shaking his head like I was the problem, as if my squeaky, panicked, human existence were the real disaster. “Relax,” he said. “They are… normal for us. Well, mostly. You’ll get used to it.”

“Uh… t-thank you for the shirt.” The guy turned to her and looked at her from head to toe, making Millie a bit uneasy who was wearing a lousy black shirt with the words ‘I Love New York…’ printed on it. “Looks good on you.” He smirked then turned back on the fry pan he was holding. “I promise to give it back to you tomorrow.” “Oh. No need. That’s an extra. It actually comes together with this shirt.” He suddenly pointed at his shirt which read, ‘I am New York!’ “Couple shirt. Pretty cool, huh?”

“They have trains!” I stilled in shock, my eyes meeting Blake's again. Before either of us could respond, a voice sounded behind me. “Arya.” Milo walked into the room, dressed in nothing but sweatpants, his chest bare and his skin still glistening slightly with sweat from his workout. His arm came around my waist without hesitation and I leaned into him and rested on his chest. “You’re always welcome,” Milo said to Casey, and he grinned at us. “Really?” he smiled happily.

"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately." ‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing. I blinked. Twice. And then again. Was it hot in here? Or was it just… Well. Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple, or anywhere for that matter. It was then I realised unlike everyone else, he was the only one not in training gi. He was in his suit pants. Which told me he might have returned not too long ago.