Sanemi Shirtless Novels & Stories

Sienna sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone, while the distant hum of the resort — waves rolling in, laughter from the pool — floated up from outside. The bathroom door opened, and Damon stepped out, still toweling his damp hair. His skin glistened faintly from the shower, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he moved. A towel was slung lazily around his neck, but the rest of him… was entirely shirtless. Sienna glanced up once — once — and instantly regretted it. “You know,” she said, voice deliberately flat, “they sell shirts in the resort gift shop.” Damon didn’t even look at her as he rubbed the towel over his hair. “Why would I buy one when you keep

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.

I didn't cover up when I looked at his body intently. Damn him! He has a nice body. Body from intense workouts at the gym. He's the only guy here who isn't shirtless. People would feel embarrassed if he revealed what he was hiding under his black shirt by taking it off. From my observations, I'm sure he has tantalizing abs. Very different from Jason. How could I be blindly in love with my ex? I'm sure in another year, Jason will have a beer belly like an alcoholic middle-aged man. “My name is Serena.” I extended my hand and half-screamed over the deafening music.

Her assistant brought out a long white garment bag and unzipped it to reveal what Dante Moretti thought a wedding should look like. It wasn’t a gown. It was a statement. White silk. Sleeveless. Collarbone cut. A slit running high on the left thigh, almost to the hip. No room for underwear. No lace. No warmth. Nothing but a cold silhouette — the kind of dress you wore to be looked at. Owned. Branded. “He requested you wear your hair up,” the stylist said, pinning my braid into a tight knot. “No lipstick. No perfume. Just the necklace.”

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

All Samael want now is to know where she is and if she is in any danger, he cannot feel a panicked state yet from her which might means she's quite safe. "Do you think maybe she..." Samael flip his hand angrily in space and Nom suddenly go dumb, he take a short look at what he's putting on and frown his face hard then make his way back to the room. Samael remembered she has once forced him to go buy some human wears the other day and felt grateful for it now, he never thought they would be useful. After a long fight with Nom on what to put on and he finally settled for a plain t-shirt and the long wear for the lower part of his body.

Unlike my parents, especially my mom, who likes to know every detail, from the beginning to the end. I opened my photo gallery and scrolled through pictures of Richard I found online and saved in my phone. The first one was a cool solo shot of him at the beach, lounging on a beach chair, enjoying the sun. He wore a short-sleeved shirt with palm tree patterns, unbuttoned to reveal his glistening toned abs. His coral blue beach shorts showcased his long sturdy legs and he had Polaroid glasses in his eyes that reflected in the sun. The picture was ultra sexy and could pretty much make anyone drool with desire, but I needed something simpler without glasses so Mr. Sam could see his face clearly.

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The two older alphas around her nod as they see another man approach and walk away, not giving us another look, like we're nothing. The sergeant with the horrible last name stands in awkward silence as she waits for the guy to approach. She's insecure when she's alone, which is good to note because I can take advantage of that at some point. I'm getting bored as we wait and the arms of the guys at my sides seem to produce even more sweat than my ass, but that's all forgotten when I get a glimpse of the heavenly man approaching us. Unlike everyone else, he's not in full uniform, he's shirtless and just wearing his pants, so I can get a good look at his abs and his big arms filled with tattoos

Yvayn took his and looked them over, as did Termâs. “As you will soon learn, the Semians are deeply faithful and believe that neither a man nor a woman should ever show their legs uncovered. I thought we should all get use to that idea. All the women tonight will be wearing long dresses and all the men will be dressed in tunics with hose to honor the Semians who have traveled so far to be here.” Myllyof held up his tunic to show the two uncomfortable looking young men. “You will get used to these clothes. They are almost too comfortable.”