Sinful Shirt Novels & Stories

A blood stained shirt. Where the fuck did that come from? Wait, that shirt looks familiar..... "I knew it, I knew that bitch killed Tristan!" A voice spat angrily. Right! That was Tristan's shirt. Wait what?

That's a combo of real alcohol. "Do you like my shirt that much?" That angelic voice asked. I forced my gaze on him again to look at the shirt. I don't like the shirt, I'm after the body behind the shirt. It's not like I can tell him that. "It's a BB design collection. It's one of our expensive designs" I said. Not only did I 'said'. My hands were on his chest, groping them. The bar tender was looking at me, but I don't care. The man didn't let my hands off his chest.

The white shirt was their most basic piece, but it was made of excellent fabric and was tailored to perfection, luxurious yet understated. "This is for you." Renee held up the shirt in front of Marcelo, trying to make it up to him.

He stops tapping, his hand finds her hair again, and grabs it in a bunch. “Didn't know I turned you on this much.” She spits on his cock, smoothly traps it beneath her fingers, and rubs it all over his length. He hisses through clenched teeth, lets go of her hair to hold the hem of his shirt. “You should look in the mirror, sweetie.” He raises his shirt, exposing his fine abs. His skin is smooth, glistening caramel, like chocolate dipped in syrup. “You don't give us the option to be saints.” With his chin, he pins his shirt to his chest, and cups her small face in his palm. “You must love making a man sin.”

“…Look at that shirt. Not only did you shove down her clothes, you poured down her cosmetics and stained everything! The evidence is clear. How could you tell lies?!” My eyes quivered as all eyes turned to the stained shirt in my hand. Though the others frowned and turned to glare at Lilith, my heart pounded when Marcus looked at the shirt, then his eyes stopped on my face. I immediately avoided his gaze, my ears became hot, and my skin turned red. My fingers quickly folded the stained fabric, trying to hide it from his view. D-did he recognize the shirt? I took a deep breath, then sneaked a glance at Marcus, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore, which made me release a breath I didn’t even k

I've only seen the man dressed, and that was lethal on its own, but he stands before me barefoot dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned crisp white shirt. His shirt is unbuttoned. I can officially die and go to heaven now. When Alessandro Moretti is dressed, he looks professional and well put together, and probably the fantasy of women all over the city. Undressed, his torso displays a myriad of tattoos that my fingers itch to map and find out if they tell a story. It's a damn shame when he starts buttoning his shirt. "Since you ruined dinner, we might as well order in." The audacity of this man! "I ruined dinner! You are the one that uprooted my life and whispered sweet nothings like I k

My eyes shifted to the door as I took a sip of my coffee. Jared. He was shirtless dressed only in a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, his chest and arms were hard with defined muscle not like a bodybuilder, but like a man who used his strength. His dark hair was damp pushed back from his forehead. He looked like he’d just come back from running a marathon or from the private gym I knew was somewhere in this endless house. I choked. The coffe went down the wrong pipe causing a burning pain shot through my nose and throat.

“You can wait here until the storm passes.” She slips out of her shoes and leaves them at the door, dripping water onto the old rug. Her dress is nearly see-through now, black fabric clinging to every curve, nipples outlined, thighs bare. I try not to look, but my eyes betray me. “I’ll find you something dry,” I say, rummaging in my wardrobe. I hand her a plain white shirt, soft and worn from years of washing. “This should do.” She smiles, mischievous. “Turn around?”

I wondered what was bugging him but I realised my mistake. While I was examining my forehead my hoodie’s sleeve had rolled up and a huge bruise on my arm was visible. It was a really nasty one too and had turned a dark purple colour. “Who did this?” he asked with a stoic voice. I quickly snatched my hand up so that he could not look any further and answered “It's none of your business”. I gathered my things and put them in my bag and got ready to run when he grabbed my hand and said “Tell me” he added please after some thought. I was about to snatch my hand back once again when I saw his expression which was pained and angry.

Alone with my sins. It felt like I had wronged both Keanne and Alpha Blake, and it was all because I was neing selfish, all because I wanted to be better. Once I got to the pack house, I went straight up to my room. I turned the door knob slowly, then walked in, my eyes immediately catching the bed. It was filled with various boxes, and I walked to it, my brows furrowed. I couldn't remember them just before I had left. I opened the first one, and it was a dark red dress, one that would fit from up, and then flare downwards.