Niall Horan Shirtless Novels & Stories

He smiled into our kiss. "C'mon I want to tell everyone I am no longer a single man, that I am in love and have the perfect Luna." "Orion, I am wearing a Nirvana T-Shirt and ripped blue jeans. Although I'm comfy I don't think I am prepared to face most of the pack. Shouldn't I be more formal?"

Now, standing in the spotlight, the vibrant lights hitting his figure, surrounded by rich women screaming for him, it felt decadent and extravagant. "Take it off! Take off your shirt!" the women were shouting. Halsey watched as Dwight grabbed the collar of his tank top before pulling it apart with a forceful tug. With a loud rip, his shirt tore open, revealing half of his chest. His chiseled muscles and defined abs sent the crowd into a frenzy. The host stepped onto the stage. "Are you ladies enjoying the show? If you're having a good time, don't forget to show some appreciation with a tip!"

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

“He's on his way.” “Dominic?” Neil nodded, brushing his damp curls back from his forehead. “I want to see if you have a mark,” I said before I could stop myself. He raised a brow. “You asking me to take my shirt off?” I flushed. “Yes?” Neil’s grin spread like fire across his face. He pulled his shirt over his head slowly, definitely teasing me, and dropped it over the arm of the couch. I scanned his chest, every muscle coiled and perfect. There was nothing on his front, nothing glowing or marked.

She clearly saw Natalie's knife slash across him, but why did the wound seem invisible, like it had vanished? "On my back. Do you still want to see it? Hmm?" Shawn said. His shirt collar was still open, revealing his collarbone and chest. Further down... well... it was best not to look. Gale averted her gaze. "I'll call a nurse, wait here." Soon, a nurse came in with a tray. Shawn leisurely unbuttoned and took off his shirt, exposing his upper body. Gale could not help but stare. Slim when dressed, muscular when undressed.

Nathan positioned himself against the wall, effectively trapping her in place. Mila's breath quickened, her heart pounding as she nervously met Nathan's gaze. He stood shirtless, his chiseled upper body showcasing defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a subtle fragrance of shower gel. His short hair was partially damp, and his ruggedly handsome face bore a slight flush. The reddish hue extended from his face to his neck, continuing down to his bare chest, which appeared a shade rosier than usual. His gaze bore into hers, intense and penetrating, akin to a blazing furnace, almost melting her resolve.

A peal of masculine laughter erupted from behind her and when Daniel came forward, Alissa lost her breath. Nude and half-nude are two different things. Both have their own unique qualities based on the situation itself. Here was Daniel, only in his fitting Calvin Klein fitting g black boxers with no shirt on whatsoever that made him the first man to ever melt her eyes being dressed and undressed. That very boxer accentuates his huge thigh. The shirt which she had given him is now hanging on his shoulder. As he advance forward, Daniel casually put on the oversize grey shirt with a plain U shape neckline front and the company name behind in white.

His eyes burned like wildfire caught in honey. Nadei followed, shirtless and smirking. “Leaving us out of the afterparty, mama?” And Nial… Nial didn’t say a word. He just walked straight in and stripped like modesty had never met him. They joined her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The main group of people dancing make way for him as he flails his arms around and bobs his head while jumping at least two to three feet in the air. North Carolina! C'mon and raise up! Take your shirt off! Twist it above your head (spin it like a helicopter)! The speakers blare. And of course, Sebastian rips his shirt open in the front, slips it off his body, and spins it above his head. Like a helicopter. When the chorus ends and begins with a new verse, he throws his shirt on the ground with so much force his arm is a mere blur and begins dancing shirtless like a mad-man. And when I look behind me, people are recording it.

As she was sipping on the cappuccino with her tongue licking the spec of cream on the side of her lips, Noah arrived in front of her. He was not dressed in any flashy outfit but a simple sleeveless swear shirt and a pair of shorts. Shannon stared at him with blood shot eyes. She placed her cup down onto the saucer and tapped her long nails onto the table. “Are you seriously wearing… that?” She asked with disgust. It was humiliating for her to be seating with him like that. A crowd of whispers soon filled her ears, causing her even more embarrassment. “What’s wrong with this?” Noah questioned with a dumbstruck tone as he flexed his muscles to impress her.