Ross Lynch Shirtless Novels & Stories

a deep, raspy, heavy voice resonated through the darkness. I turned around at once, holding my breath. Alexander Thorne was standing less than two feet away from me. He wore only a pair of loose gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips. He was completely shirtless. The dim light from the window hit his robust chest dead-on, highlighting his rigid muscles, his absurdly broad shoulders, and his chiseled abdomen. His dark hair was slightly messy, indicating that he couldn't catch any sleep either.

“WOLVES!” I steal a glance over at them - totally by accident, of course. My eyes find Ronan almost instantly. He’s in that sleeveless training shirt that makes it impossible not to notice the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He wipes sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and suddenly, hello abs. Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours.

Grace was waiting. “How did it go?” she asked. I sat down. “It was only Lazaro there.” She frowned. “Only him?” “Yes,” I said. “And he was shirtless.” Grace gasped. “What?” “Yes,” I said. “I told him to wear a shirt. He acted like he didn’t see anything wrong.” Grace shook her head. “This smells like trouble.” “I agree,” I said. “I’ll keep my eyes open.” She nodded. “Good. I’ll do the same.”

“Ew! That's right. My favourite shirt is now covered in snot and tears, what should we do about that?” Lenora glared at him, her blush growing more intense. Humph, apparently, this Preston is the one she was familiar with. She was grateful that he didn't ask about it though. Suddenly, Preston took her hand. “Come on.” “What? Where are you going?” Preston paused, “You are right.” he took off his stained shirt tossed it to the ground and then drag Lenora out once more. Lenora was abashed! First, she was only donning a piece of towel, while Preston was bare-chested, only putting on a short...

I stood and stumbled a bit and he caught me around the waist to steady me. "Strip and change so I can climb onto your back, you mountain of a man," I bellowed and the people around us laughed at me. Mystrel cocked his brow and began unbuttoning his shirt. I watched his fingers and noticed his tan muscular chest underneath. I swallowed slowly and my eyes lowered to him unbuttoning his jeans and then unzipping them. "Do you know that lycans don't have any issues with nudity," he stated firmly and pulled his shirt off a perfectly cut upper body. An odd sound came from my mouth and he grinned at the noise.

Ryder’s face tightened as he watched Dominique furtively. He curled his fists as his pulse quickened. Dominique was shirtless and had laid a plaid on the rocky outcrop, which he had marked to sleep with Lyle. He removed his dagger with its sheath from his belt and placed it on the side. Then he picked up Lyle and set her on the plaid. But why the hell was he shirtless? Was he trying to show her his youth or how fit he was? Dominique brushed her hair to the side and looked at her with fondness that didn’t sit well with Ryder.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

Chapter 1️⃣0️⃣ ❤️ Erezhul (2) ❤️ Lynn's Chamber: Myrrak was shirtless on the bed, his bare chest rising and falling slowly, one arm propped behind his head, watching Lynn pace the room like a storm in silk. Her long dark hair was loose, wild, falling past her shoulders. Her robe was thin, and it clung to her like a second skin. He was naked from the waist down.

“On the blue side, with no records of a loss, and his fists are guaranteed to connect with your face because he. is. theeee. Missing… LINC!” It did not make sense, but there was a mixture of cheers and boos around the crowd. A shirtless man walked to the center. His body was lean and marked with scars of different lengths and sizes. His face was of pure calm, and he was staring down his opponent, who towered over his six feet. Lincoln Morten. I got comfy in my seat. This should be interesting. If he were beaten up, my job of abducting him would be easier.

She put on the shirt and hurried to open the door. Lance was staring at Ryn's appearance. He had no idea what Albert had done to her, but Ryn had become even more beautiful. She wore an enormous shirt, which enhanced the girl's already attractive features. Shit, huh! Lance cursed his mind for allowing him to obsess over the girl. Ryn inquired, "Do you mind if I borrow your clothes?" Lance heard the girl's voice and snapped out of his daydream. After blinking a few times, the man turned his head aside.