The Plot In You Shirt Novels & Stories

"Open the door. You are taking too long." "I've earned this! I-I want to pick my shirt in peace." I snap. I'm disappointed with not finding a weapon, but I did find something earlier. The flash drive! I snatch it from the boot and tuck it into my panties. I smooth the giant shirt down and limp out of the closet. Kellan has the aura of pride as he inspects me and the shirt I grabbed. I hadn't even realized the dark burgundy color is the same shade as the one he is wearing, but without a logo.

Lila The shirt shouldn’t have meant anything. Just a piece of soft black fabric folded into the corner of my drawer. Just a borrowed item, returned by mistake. That’s what I told myself when I found it again that morning, tucked beneath a clean blouse. But it still carried his scent. And now it was a problem. Rumors had already been festering since the night Damon caught me half-naked in the changing room and gave me that shirt to wear. I should’ve made sure it found its way back to him. Burned it, maybe.

He stood up, "Can I borrow a shirt of any type I don't mind." For a minute I thought about how he would look in one of my shirts, I realized his chest had been distracting as I kept looking back at it so I walked into the room and got him one of my fiance's old shirts and tossed it at him. "Do you leave here alone?" He asked while putting on the shirt. "Yeah, I do," I replied. The shirt already had a dot of red on it from a blood stain. "I don't know, something about all this is off I don't tell save here."

He threw me a white long sleeve shirt in a transparent sealed nylon. I opened it. "I can't wear this,it's so big." "You don't have a choice,it's either you wear this or I take you home." "Give me,let me try it." I unbuttoned my shirt,I got to the third button and then I remembered he was still in car,my black bra and breast were showing and his lustful eyes were on them. "Get out."I gasped as I covered my body. "This is my car." "So I want to change because you stained my shirt and you have to leave."

“Don’t you want to know what he’ll do if you leave me with him?” My daughter nodded. Her curiosity peaked. “I’ll show you…” With full confidence in her own idiocy, my wife tried sliding the shirt off her shoulders. She’d unbuttoned every button except the top one… so she tugged… and tugged… and when the shirt stayed firmly in place, she shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Everything that happens is between the legs…” Oh fucking kill me now. “Oh my god…” I choked, horrified, finally realizing what she was about to do.

I picked up two bags, carried them into the vault, and then returned for two more. “Seriously, what’s with your shirt?” he asked. “Trying to encourage all of us to hit the gym?” “Just you.” I placed two more bags inside then returned. “I got blood on my shirt.” “And that bothers you?” I pulled my shirt off my shoulder and held it out to him. “It was white before.” He examined the red blood that had turned the entire shirt the bold color. “How did you manage that? And why are you keeping it?” “Good point.” I tossed it on the ground and kept working. “Some prick crossed me. I took care of it.”

"Of course, I'm relaxed already. I don't want to see him looking at me for now. Now where's that card?" Sharon walks to James's shirt draped on the only chair in the room and looks around for James credit card when she finds it, she smiles widely. "I found it. Should we go now? It's a limited edition dress so it will go out soon and we'll not be able to have it." "Of course. After the embarrassment that that useless Sue caused me, I can't wait to show my friends that I can still wear a good limited edition cloth. Come on." They take what they want and creep out again.

She questions. "No, I've never seen it before." I say nervously. "You haven't? Because it was in your boyfriends closet, the same one you used to share with him correct?" She pushes somewhat harshly. "No I promise I've never seen it." I state. "This shirt belongs to a twenty year old man named Alex Ramirez. He went missing along the coast of San Francisco not too long ago. His family has been worried sick. Any reason as to why his shirt was found in your boyfriends apartment with blood stains on it?" She says before opening the shirt completely, showcasing the different specks of blood scattered around the shirt.

I grinned, wondering if Alex would accept my gift for him—a couple's shirt. "Billy, Jack. You both can take it, too. It's on me," I said when I saw the look on their faces. I'm sure Billy is thinking about Sarah and Jack, his wife. I chose the black-and-white shirt—black for Alex and white for me—with a half-heart printed on each one. When you put the t-shirt together, the heart becomes whole. I chose this shirt because it wasn't as apparent as the same color. With Alex's status, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable wearing it. I also bought a couple of bracelets, hoping he will like them.

He walked closer, his steps measured, and extended it to me without looking up from his phone. Confused, I stretched out my hand and took it. The fabric was soft against my fingers, familiar. “This is your shirt,” I said, recognizing it instantly. It was the same one he’d been wearing before—deep burgundy, crisp, carrying his scent. He glanced up briefly, gave a small nod, and returned his gaze to his phone, his expression unreadable. “Why are you giving me your shirt?” I asked, searching for his eyes. “You need to wear something,” he replied, his voice clipped, as if the answer should have been obvious.