Sinful Shirt Novels & Stories

His jacket kissed the ground and the stones in it glimmered from the effect of the light. His long hair was packed upwards in such a way that it didn't fall all the way down to his shoulders but was wrapped neatly. Everything about him screamed sin from the way he glanced at the crowd lazily, glaring at Lucian who chuckled about something I couldn't seem to fathom. Lucian was wearing a Red attire, he looked dangerous, dark and sinful aside from his eyes that gave off the usual bright emerald.

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

"Maybe the 'ugly princess' had a wardrobe malfunction. Or maybe she’s busy practicing how to walk in those heels we saw with the dresses." Roman didn't laugh. His mind was still on the center dress—the sheath-styled one that pooled on the floor. He had chosen it precisely because it looked restrictive. He wanted her contained. He wanted her to feel the weight of the Moretti name the moment the fabric touched her skin. The Arrival

Ric’s lips twitch, and I hear him sigh heavily, reaching for the top button of his shirt and slowly undoing it, then another, his fingers working down as his shirt opens up. “Your move,” he says, his gaze never leaving mine as he slips his shirt off completely, baring his chest, the muscles rippling with every move. “This is a dangerous game.” “Maybe I like dangerous,” I reply, leaning back against the headboard, letting my fingers trail lazily over my collarbone as he watches. His breathing deepens, and I can tell he’s fighting the urge to reach out, to touch me even though we’re separated by miles of distance.

A sharp knock on her door yanked Selena from her reverie. "Ms. Vasquez?" a hesitant male voice called through the door. "Mr. Xavier says it's time to leave." Selena sighed, setting down her lipstick. "I'll be right there," she called back, giving herself one final appraisal in the mirror. The crimson gown she wore was a statement of defiance—blood-red and daring, with a neckline that plunged just low enough to be remembered, and a slit that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of leg when she walked. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, adorned with a single diamond clip that caught the light when she moved. If she was to be Xavier's trophy tonight, paraded before the criminal elit

Knowing Ansel’s intentions for staying put was to dare my courage, giving him a show wasn’t such a bad idea. I pulled down the rob making it drop along my legs to the ground in a sexy kind of way. I held up the shirt and it wasn’t what I was expecting. A shirt made from mesh and silk fabric. My hand’s grip the shirt in total misery. How was I going to sleep half naked with Ansel and not trapping him to me. The thought of Ansel and myself tangling over the sheets tonight at his mothers residence sent my heart to skip in million spaces. The shirt went pass my head and across my peaches and down over my belly button. Nipples hard and pointy over the mesh , the nasty courage I had,fell down the

I muse as I held the shirt closer to my head No not happening , I didn't even have to sniff his shirt as it smelled just like him , the sexy and clean scent of Acqua Di Gio’s was like a major siren alert that this shirt was in possession of Jacob Knight and if I were to walk out of this locker room smelling like him , I was certain that I would be claimed as branded by the four horsemen . Not that I would want to be claimed as branded , classy as it may sound , it was just a more flowery word replacing ' being fucked ' by one of the horsemen .

Bianca looked apologetically at Frost's shirt, knowing that it must be expensive and custom-made, with the bottom embroidered with a floral letter "L" "Usually, I can wear my shirt three times, but now I can get a new one ahead of schedule!" Frost replied. "That's so wasteful! Take it off, I promise to clean it for you, at least another 30 times!" Although this behaviour had never belonged to Frost, he still cooperated and took off his shirt, revealing a white short-sleeved T-shirt made of island cotton underneath, which clung to his lean figure. However, Bianca had cried so hard just now that her tears and snot had seeped through the shirt and dirtied the T-shirt.

I don’t think so. With a heavy heart, I turned off the shower and sighed heavily, anxiety began blocking my chest, but I kept on breathing heavily to survive. I walked out of the shower and wore a dress given to me by Jennifer. It was a floral dress with vibrant colours. I was sure she never wore this because it still had tags on. Also, she said she would take me shopping which I tried declining the offer but she was hellbent on making me in debt to her. I wondered if she was still living up to her decision.

The shirt, though, the shirt didn't even make it over my belly: it was baggy up-top and tight over my stupid, fat stomach. I've decided for now on, I am no longer going to be wearing anything that exposes me in the slightest, even though I am cooped up in this room all day with nothing to do, or anyone to impress. This whole past two weeks, I've just become so uncomfortable in my skin and it won't stop. I guess it doesn't help when I'm already thinking about who my husband was or is fucking and how much prettier they are than me. For godsakes, I saw her, I saw the woman he screwed right in that bed with my two own eyes!