Tekkonkinkreet Shirt Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, Sir?, Tess called out, trying to stifle a giggle. “ I think you should know that…” “What Tess? No talking in the meeting”, he said. “Your shirt has….”,she tried speaking. “My shirt is now the main agenda of the meeting?”, he interrupted rudely. “ Yes it’s a vintage shirt, not to brag but only five of its kind in the whole world”, he boasted. “Now can we all concentrate on the meeting and not my shirt, please?”.

His eyes glowed green, They were beautiful but most certainly inhumanly green contacts. He had a beautiful white smile and his K-9 teeth were more pronounced. His black dress shirt was tucked into his black slacks. The shirt opened half way, exposing his chest. He was mixed, His dark tan skin looked smooth and shiny with sweat, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was confirmed.

asked Novi. The middle-aged woman who had been standing not far from Novi and Diki's position. He walked closer to Novi and Diki. "It's imported Moscrape material and size XL. It fits 40-70 kg in weight. For color choices, there are only maron, army, navy and lastly tosca." The middle-aged woman replied at length. Novi looked at the tosca colored t-shirt and she turned to Diki. "If you like it, then take it and I'll agree to buy the clothes." Diki said with a flat facial expression.

she inquired, her eyes studying the garment in his hands. Mahesh's smile widened, and he had a hint of pride in his voice. "This bra," he began, holding it out slightly, "is designed with a particular purpose—your ultimate comfort and support. We've selected a unique combination of highly breathable, natural fabrics that will feel soft against your skin and allow continuous airflow, preventing discomfort even during extended wear."

of Ruan Montague. When I stepped out, I found a clean, oversized black T-shirt on the counter. It bore the emblem of the club—a silver skull intertwined with thorns. Shuddering, I pulled it on. It reached mid-thigh, smelling faintly of detergent and Ruan’s scent. It felt like a brand on my skin.

He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"

That surprised her as she never thought she would defend Qillalon's name. Velmont raised his hands in surrender, “I know. What I’m saying is that the shirt is the real deal. Whoever wears it is the killer we are looking for, and it's 2 times smaller than the Alpha’s clothing. We are looking for a male or a female that could fit in a medium-sized shirt.” He explains as he touches his chin—thinking deeply.

Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.

She turned her closet inside out to find the right outfit for the occasion. Jan was on the other side of the video call rolling her eyes dozens of times, shaking her head, telling her over and over again that the oversized white Tee-Shirt she wanted to wear was not a good choice. But she really wanted to wear it. It was her favorite. It was Lee's that she had traded with her favorite bucket hat. "No ... you look like you're wearing your brother's shirt that's too big for you ... just wear that knitted crop sweater over your outfit, the one with mixed color," she knew literally everything Hazel had in her closet.

Thing is, to anyone, it will look like the men are just standing around and fussing over a foetus developing in an intricate, almost unrealistic model of an artificial womb- it does have the looks and feels of an actual womb but on a more large-scale and technologically advanced format. But it is much more than that, the first man knows. This is the future, he thinks to himself, the future of all mankind. And while many people have shown themselves to be afraid of what that future may bring, he hasn't. He is a big believer in the future, and he has made that known by being the forerunner of an amazing future such as the one in front of him. "So, have you thought of a name yet?" his friend as