Niall Horan Shirtless Novels & Stories

I felt like Ronnie again, not just the King’s forbidden mate. I went back under, letting the silence of the underwater world swallow me whole. It was peaceful. When I finally surfaced again, shaking the droplets from my eyes, I realized I wasn’t alone. Nolan was standing at the edge of the pool. He looked… different. Gone was the perfectly composed King in the perfectly tailored suit. His tie was loosened, and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the base of his throat. He looked like a man who had just run a marathon, or would I say a man that had seen a ghost.

I smoothed out my shirt collar and smiled. Just taking a few steps back, Nolan suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, making me close to him. As soon as our eyes met, he laid me back on the bed and bent down to lift the hem of my shirt. “What are you doing?” I panicked and stopped his hand. I was only wearing Nolan's oversized white shirt and a pair of panties. Even though we had spent many passionate nights together, I still felt shy about exposing my body to him, especially under his sharp eyes right now.

Nathan spoke up once more, “The princes will also be expected to wear their swim trunks. No shirts, if you please. Our viewership will undoubtedly increase.” Beside me, Nicholas sighed. On the other side of Nathan, Julian tilted his head. “Guess I’m glad I’ve been working out.” I knew, for fact, that neither prince had anything to worry about. I wasn’t necessarily worried about my own body either. With the return of my wolf, I’d gotten more toned than I’d been before, while still maintaining some of my curves. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

Macmillan looked perfect. A series of clicks happened. Macmillan gave perfect poses to every click. A song played in the background enhanced the effect of this photoshoot. For the first time in my life, I watched a celebrity photoshoot live! It was for his upcoming series. While I and Kiara were engrossed watching his photoshoot with a stupid smile on our faces, a moment came when Macmillan unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his six packs abs. I choked on my juice. Kiara's mouth fell open. I immediately covered her eyes, looking away with an awkward smile. Though I have seen his bare body photos on G****e but seeing that in person hit me differently.

Ronan is alone. He’s shirtless, and my breath catches in my throat. I’ve never seen him like this. His back is toward me, a map of hard muscle and dark ink that moves every time he throws a punch. He’s drenched in sweat. It’s dripping off his shoulders, making his skin shine under the lights.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

Staff in crisp black polos glided through with trays of chilled oysters, caviar blinis, and tropical fruit skewers that looked too perfect to eat. Nolan’s entourage had arrived early, a mix of college buddies, trust-fund kids, and a few influencers who treated every moment like content. He stood at the center of it all, a god in linen shorts and an open shirt that showcased his sculpted chest, tanned from days lounging on deck. His dark hair was tousled by the sea breeze, and when his eyes locked onto mine from across the deck, the air thickened. No softness there—just raw hunger, a promise that made my core clench involuntarily.

We had not gotten used to that yet. I quickly put on one of the loose shorts and shirt and breathed in the scent with the waves of chocolate hitting me to euphoria. Yep, this clothes were my mate's. My ears perked up at the scrunching of leaves and I jumped out from the back to see Zayn wearing a loose shorts with no shirt. His black ink spread along his sculptured torso making me look at him in awe. Moon goddess, this man was beautiful.

Ronan. “Whatcha doing, princess?” I snuck a quick glance, and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. He was dressed in nothing but black sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist, and showed an insane amount of muscle and abs I had no idea he had. The black sweatpants matched the ink splattered across his chest, and for a brief moment, I imagined him giving me a chance to trace my fingers around the images on his skin. His hair was messy from sleep, and his dark stubble looked brighter in the day, but nothing could have prepared me for the kiss he brushes along the side of my neck. Without warning too. “Smells good.” “You're wearing my shirt.” He murmured, his voice still hoarse

They glance around, noticing the crowd that has gathered, consisting of more women than men, some of whom I suspect aren't even warriors. "Because you said so, I'll let him go untouched this time," Caleb concedes, stepping back from Nickolas and peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt. The collective gasp that follows makes me chuckle, but what Nickolas does next is even more outrageous. "Yeah, right," he says with a mischievous grin, removing his own shirt and deliberately wiping his abs, drawing even more attention to his godlike physique. I can't believe they're showing off like this. Men!