Sans Short นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something without a name. Something with many.

Kristin slid around on her stool, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor as she spotted the man who'd entered the pub. Talk about a hot man on the hoof. She guessed his height at about five ten, with neat, short brown hair, a muscular compact body accentuated by the T-shirt stretched across his shoulders and the jeans that emphasized his strong legs. Even in the low light of the bar, she could see he had about a three-day scruff decorating his jaw line, just enough to be sexy and send out a message to her misbehaving hormones.

“Why do I miss you so much? I’ve been dreaming about you the whole week!” “Have you. You never mentioned it.” “I wouldn’t wanna feed that dreadful ego of yours.” “Oh, well, is it your pride talking about my ego?” “Hey, dude, chill down. I need you to be gentle now.” “Gimme a sec. Siri, what does gentle mean?” Jim paused, smiling. “Sorry, looks like that word isn’t included in my dictionary.” “That’s bullshit. You can be the sweetest guy on earth.” “Say it in public and I’ll sue you for slander.”

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

Besides, this way we would not have to worry about driving home if we ended up drinking too much. I rang the bell and Sara answered the door, Peter right behind her. Whoa. Sara was wearing a rather spectacular pair of cut-off jeans, or at least they were spectacular on her. They were low-waisted, but her own flat stomach left a considerable gap running around her between the waistband and her body. The legs were several comparatively modest inches long, but her legs were so elfin that they too moved loosely free. The only place the shorts were tight enough for them to keep from falling off was around her hips and across her nice, pert ass. The old, faded, Aerosmith concert shirt she wore was

Bottles of shampoo and conditioner lined them in neat rows, each one carrying some expensive-sounding name I would never remember. Anything was better than watching Killian and risking that my expression would give me away. “So, do you live around here?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the shelves in front of me. “Uhmm… not too far.” I turned my attention back to his reflection. “How far is ‘not too far’?” “About twenty minutes,” he replied. “That’s convenient.” I nodded, trying to sound casual. “It is,” Killian agreed. I nodded, pressing harder in tight little circles. Heat coiled low in my stomach, and my breathing threatened to quicken. I forced myself to keep it even.

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She was speechless and stared at the face of the man she least expected to see at her door. “CEO Lan” she whispered but then it was loud enough for others to hear her. She was dressed in bum shorts and an armless shirt. Her straight white legs and thighs came out for a full glaring as she walked out from behind her mom. Lan Keith maintained an expressionless face as he kept his gaze on her face. Though fixing his gaze on her face, from his split vision,he admired her body and felt his heart was racing fast. Something about this woman usually turns him on.

Sandra, or S as everyone called her, was a 20-year-old sports enthusiast working part-time at the local sports center. Her oat-blond hair and green eyes always drew attention, but it was her friendly demeanor and passion for sports that truly set her apart. She had met Henry, or H as she knew him, during one of their sports courses. From the moment they met, there was an undeniable tension between them, a spark that S couldn't quite ignore.

"Stacy is such a bitch! I can't believe she did this!" "Is it bleeding badly?" Brooklyn asked. "You picked a bad day to wear white," Alice called. "You can't go around with a bloody dress on," Sasha said. "I've got a spare pair of shorts, they might be a little tight, but I'm sure they'll do, but I've not got a top. Have any of you girls got anything?" Violet and Alice shook their head. "I know someone who might," Sasha said and looked at Brooklyn in the mirror.