Paul Bettany Shirtless Novels & Stories

"You totally have a six-pack." "Of course I do. I work out. Hellur?" He tugged his shirt down and glanced behind Bethany as they all stood around the table. "Get your woman off of me. She's likely to fall for my beauty, creating a fissure between us that I don't want and you don't need." Bethany rolled her eyes and moved to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. His white button down shirt was loose and made for the beach. "You look good."

What are you doing, why are you taking off your jacket dude, Zach is not here and you can't do your so-called romance you know" saying this she again laughed hardly Paul doesn't say anything till now; he was now removing his shirt opening one button at a time. His abs was slightly showing and that's when Rose gaps. Finally, there was a pin drop of silence Paul has completely taken his shirt off showing his perfectly built abs with fair complexion and muscles like God has created him with all the proteins. Rose was gawking him like hawk. Paul was hell close; Rose was pinned between him the door, Paul closes the door and goes near Rose. Rose breathe was hitched they were very close if one of t

“Do you want one similar to the one you wore last night?” “Funny enough, I don’t want a dress that reminds me of when I was actually happy and that was so quickly taken away, but thanks.” “You have a terrible attitude.” “So we have something in common.” Beta Grant stood up in frustration and stretched his arms up. I couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt rode up and showed off his V shaped muscles. Wow that’s a deep V. He must work out a lot.

throw them on. I pull on some grey leggings and pull out a navy blue t-shirt. I stare at it for a moment. Until just now I forgot I even had this shirt. It has a picture on the front of a mischievous looking black cat with bright yellow eyes. It has the words 'I'm harmless I swear...' written below it. I can't help a burst of laughter. I consider a moment before putting it on. Will Bellamy find it insulting or funny? I think it's hilarious, but I'm not the one who turns into a giant cat. Screw it, I'm going to wear it. He was worried I would be scared of him, if nothing else I can make a point. I put on the shirt and slip on a pair of black ballet flats. Then I grab a hairbrush from my dres

For a split second, she almost couldn't handle the visual impact of it. Last night, everything had happened so fast. She hadn't really gotten a good look due to the dim lighting. Now in broad daylight, the sunlight streamed in at just the right angle and cast a glow on his chest. Every line of his well-defined abs exuded sensuality. At that moment, Paul stood at the door of his bedroom, holding a shirt in each hand. He smiled as he asked, "Which one looks better?" Miranda nearly blurted out, "You look better shirtless." However, she held back at the last second and replied, "The one of the left."

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

He suddenly rose and sat on the edge and then stood up before marching outside the room in full naked glory. Agatha was alarmed so she also raised her upper body using her arm. She grabbed the bed sheet to cover her before walking after him. She called out. "What's the matter?" Paul replied without looking back to her, "It's loud. I realize the sexy video is still playing. It's set on repeat." Her gaze turned to the still mating people in the screen and her cheeks burned again. "T-that..." "It's late, but I think it's still fine to talk about it." He said as he walked, "Why are you in the mall? Did you skip today's classes?"

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

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.