Novel Tee Novels & Stories

When we pull up to the house, I dash upstairs to my bedroom. Tossing my bag on the bed, I strip out of my clothes and opt for a more comfortable option. My quest for comfort leads me to Nikolai's section of the walk-in closet, and I snatch one of his casual-looking Tees off the hanger. It's soft and smells vaguely of cinnamon, spice and everything him. I hesitate for a moment, my grip tightening then releasing around the fabric clutched in my hands before slipping it over my head.

Then she saw the drastic change in his mood when Lee arrived at the barbeque. She took her phone and browsed her I*******m. Sure enough, she caught Hazel's post in her timeline. It was Lee posing with Hazel's cardboard cut out in her room, Hazel slipped between them, her eyes crossed and her tongue was out. The caption was, "When your new best friend needs approval from your cardboard cutout ... tee hee ... " She showed it to TJ. "Look ... they're so cute it makes me physically ill," she joked. Theo glanced at it and forced a smile, he looked away almost immediately and drank his beer.

Drew would have no reason to let her know that we’re coming tonight and as far as Tessa knows I’ve never met Drew. Besides, despite what she may think, I’ve spent years paying attention to what turns her on and that is bound to pay off for me tonight. I made sure to dress with her in mind. I’m wearing my fitted faded jeans that she loves and my black tee is show casing my muscles perfectly. My tattoos are peeking out beneath the sleeves of my tee and I know she is going to be curious about the new one that’s inching up my neck.

It was an oversized tee she used for sleeping because it was really very old and faded and had some holes. She didn't know what to think, as she noted right away how even an old, cheap tee could make him look good—or vice versa. And that she'd always worn it without a bra and now it's hugging his naked— Shut up. “I borrowed a t-shirt from your freshly laundered pile,” he said upon arriving in front of them. “It's the one that fits.” “It's got a hole there,” Tommy said, looking perplexed, and she was sure it was about their wealthy señorito wearing a poor person's clothes with a sleeping cat printed on the front that put that expression on his face. “I've got newer—”

I yelled as I took off my shoes as soon as I entered the house, I froze on my step Jade and Nile were sitting with my parents laughing and chatting * Guys please can someone do a TikTok advert for my book, tag Goodnovel app, tag my book name or link, I would appreciate lovers let's

“I am Taylor like I said earlier. I am one of your greatest fans and I'm also a designer like you. In Fact, I reached out to you for a business collaboration a few months ago, remember?” “Me?” I asked sharply with raised brows as I feigned innocence. “Yes ma'am. I am Taylor Dobrev, the owner of Teez Fashion house. You approved my request to work with you on a project but unfortunately, you ended up rejecting the offer,” Taylor lamented, her face coated with disappointment and desire.

I clicked on the answer button. "There is no time for pleasantries, so I will just get straight to the point. Put on those earrings that are in the box I gave you, they are like menial speakers, I need to hear everything that would be of use to me, and don't you dare pull them off." He didn't even wait for my reply before he ended call, I stared at my phone, curiosity starting to swirl in me. Who was Tee exactly? And how on earth did he know I was going out with Alec? ***

I guess that means my clothes weren’t ready. “So I doubted even my shorts would fit you. But lucky you, I found a pair of Makayla’s leggings.” He sighed, offering me the clothes. “Um, thanks. I hope they fit.” I nodded, looking at the jean-ish leggings. I arched my eyebrow as I looked at the top. It was not Makayla’s. This was a black men’s cotton tee with a company logo in blue and gold with six towers and two swirls around it that said Nikolaidis Construction underneath.

The weather was warm and slightly windy. Aaron alighted from his car, donning a three-piece striped navy suit. He walked around the car and opened the door before sticking his hand forward for Tessa to grab. “Thank you, babe,” Tessa said, placing her hand in his and getting down from the car. She was in nude 12 cm pointy stiletto heels and a peach suit. Peach pants and a peach statement-making jacket. There was a white shirt beneath the jacket and her silky hair was pulled into a slick high ponytail.

With money being so tight, shopping for clothes that I'd rarely wear isn't high on my priority list. Tess rummaged through her wardrobe and pulled out a red, strapless, knee length dress that she handed to me. “This is perfect,” she says as I hold the dress up against my body. “I don't know, you don't think it's a little too much for Shennanigans?” I ask. The bar is aimed at struggling uni students looking for cheap drinks and this dress is pretty formal. “No, you need to show that man what he's missing out on,” Tess advises.