Novel & Cerita Sinful Shirt

He tossed it onto the bed, barely sparing her a glance before moving to the dresser, where he retrieved a pile of dark colored clothes. “Here.” Serena blinked as he threw them toward her. She barely managed to catch them, stumbling back slightly from the weight of the oversized fabric. She scowled down at the bundle in her arms. A black sweater, thick sweatpants, and a plain undershirt. They smelled like him…clean, sharp, laced with gunpowder and a hint of whiskey. She wrinkled her nose. Great. Now I’m going to smell like the devil himself. “You can wear those,” Lucian said coolly, as if she had a choice. “Your dress is useless now.”

No color. One of Damian's shirts hangs loosely on her frame. The sleeves fall past her wrists, and the fabric brushes against her thighs. "Hey," the voice finally manages to come out. It sounds rough, but it works. "You're supposed to be wearing red." The shirt is black. A fitting color for a funeral. The color works, at least. The style doesn't. It's far too casual. And the shirt barely covers her legs. Pretty sure showing that much skin isn't considered proper at something like that.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

Liam says and I couldn’t hold back my laugh. I could see it though, Chloe had a black pleated dress with pockets to the side, her hair was tied into a ponytail while Liam had a white shirt that was rolled to his elbows and a grey pant trousers fit. “Oh well, one of us had to not look basic.” I jabbed playfully, Adonis nudging me by the side with a smile on his face. Chloe groaned, throwing a pamphlet at me.

If I take one step, he does too. As handsome as he is-that's fucking annoying. And he is too damn handsome. Today he was wearing a black tight shirt, outlining every muscle on his body, black pants and he covered his eyes with black sunglasses. Trust me, I'm not the only one drooling over him. Tamara and the girls at the shelter swallowed their grammar when they saw him, but he showed not the slightest interest in even looking at them. He stood closely behind me, with his arms crossed over his chest, watching my every little move.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

“Are you going to take your clothes off too?” “Maybe.” “At least take off your shirt.” He just smirked. She crossed her arms in defiance. “I’m not taking anything else off until you lose the shirt.” He supposed he could’ve argued, but he decided to throw her a bone. Very methodically, he began unbuttoning his plaid shirt. Mia’s eyes followed the movement of his fingers, those gorgeous green depths flickering with appreciation when he finally peeled open the garment to reveal his bare chest. Her visible approval brought a rush of pure male satisfaction.

KENAI. I saw that dress on a prison TV with the volume muted and a guard snoring three feet away. Red satin. Off-shoulder. A slit that was made to start arguments and end promises. The model wore it like merchandise. I pictured my little sister in it and felt the cell shrink around me. Some things choke you without hands. Shannon would wear it better.

He’s the one with lustful thoughts, but he’s blaming it on my shirt? Besides, she did not wear this shirt to meet him. The shirt was the popular style this year, so each girl would certainly have one or two in their wardrobe. Nora was so angry that she wiped her mouth and cursed at him angrily, “You’re shameless!” She stood up and was about to leave when Julian grabbed her again. “Wait.” Julian stood up as well. He raised his hand to pull the collar of her shirt upwards, forcibly changing the shape of her shirt into a round collar.

She grabbed her shirt and to her bad luck, it was also shredded. She closed her eyes sighing heavily. Was he that much angry that instead of removing clothes he ripped them off? Her eyes fell on his shirt even though a few buttons of his shirt were ripped up as well but it was still fine enough to wear. She wore the shirt clutching its front she walked out of the room slightly limping and hissing. He’s so cruel. After using her he didn’t even let her have a bit of rest. She hardly walked down the stairs and reached her room. And as soon as she entered the room she threw his shirt away. The disgust filled her seeing her stomach covered with his semen.