The Plot In You Shirt Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let that happen, I'm not my mother. As I packed my mini suitcase, I noticed a silk cloth slightly tucked underneath the bed. That isn't mine. I stooped low to grab the sky blue shirt, assessing its sleeves and collar. What kind of asshole leaves his shirt behind after sex? Was he in such a hurry to flee from the crime scene?

Harper's POV 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? Tristan's bloodstained shirt in my room? What the fuck is that doing here? How did---- The man holding the blood-stained shirt thrust it forward like some damn trophy, with a victorious smirk on his face. "Look what we have here." One of the men drawled out. "I always knew there was something about this bitch."

Zayn had sounded like a high school student discovering he had a crush on a classmate but not wanting the rest of the class to find out. “What’s funny?” “Nothing,” William muttered, shaking his head. He turned seamlessly onto the street of Graham Conglomerate and headed down the road. “You just laughed!” “I saw something funny out through the window.” “William!” “I promise! It was a really funny joke. I saw a man on a T-shirt with the inscription ‘I am in love with her’ but when someone walked up to him and asked him who the lady was, he turned around and swore that he didn’t have that T-shirt on and that he wasn’t in love with anyone. One would think everyone who saw the shirt was blind.”

I said, folding my hands in front of me. “Teddy?” Kayden asked, tugging my leg. “Yeah!” I nodded with a smile as I had already visualized this question in my head. “Like Teddy Bear, those big ones on the store counter and my room?” She asked, raising her brow. “Uhm…” I nodded, hoping the questioning would stop here, but we were just getting started. “I haven't seen a human teddy before now. Why is it wearing clothes? He looks like Mr. Graffiti in school and not some stuff for play.” She blurted, rolling her eyes.

She's been blind not to see Brent's real character. She almost said a bad word when she spilled a small amount of coffee on her school uniform. She quickly reaches for the tissue to wipe the stain, but she suddenly saw something under the table mattress. She noticed thay it was a piece of tissue and there was something written on it. 4 THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME. (IF YOU CARE...) 1.)I'M AN INVISIBLE MAN TO OTHERS. 2.)A LONELY HEARTS CLUB MEMBER 3.)I'M A FREAK.

Hooking my fingers on the waistband of his black brief, I push it down and remove it completely. In movies, the women always wear a man's dress shirt, portraying a sexy temptress. But in this movie, watching Calvin Gunn in just his white dress shirt, a disturbing erection in between his legs, with his abs shown by the unbuttoning of his top, well, he's sexier than any of those women. Most importantly, he's a reality instead of a movie. Still stroking him with my right hand, using the other one, I push the shirt off his body. And just like that a very naked Calvin Gunn is ready to be consumed by his bratty wife.

I muttered. Victor’s eyes widened in shock. “What??” He rasped. “Wait…how??” “I don’t know. I just went to take my shirt from that laundromat.” I said. “Turns out it's probably shady like you presumed it was.” “No shit Sherlock. And??” Victor asked I sighed. “There was this girl,” I started. “She was in their closet, and a man, their boss I think, had his hands wrapped around her throat. I helped her escape. But her arm got grazed by a bullet and I—”

Not now. Her breath hitched. The shirt. Where was it? Panic shot up her throat. If they had it... If it was mixed with the ritual... If Aurek touched it... The shirt would kill him before the runes got the chance. She looked around the room. There – on a stone stand near the wall. The silver shirt shimmered. Untouched, but close to the magic. And the runes around it were getting brighter. Maris saw where she was looking, and laughed.

"On Mrs. Mancini's birthday, Ms. Hamilton asked me to secretly sneak some photos into your room. I refused to, but she later texted those photos to Mrs. Mancini." His eyes wavered. "What are those photos?" The maid revealed, "They're some photos she took with you and a maternity health report." Mr. Mancini's eyes narrowed slightly. His demeanor grew colder. He had Jessie take back the villa he had bought for Sonya and canceled all the credit cards he had applied for her. Overnight, Sonya lost everything. She frantically searched everywhere for Mr. Mancini—at his company, his villa, and the restaurants and entertainment venues he frequented. But he was nowhere to be found.

Or perhaps… to claim. - Harley swallowed hard as he recalled that moment. There was a part of him that hated the reality that Edgar saved him in that way. But on the other hand, that was also the night when everything changed. And now, Jonathan reappeared. In this city. In his new life. "Why now...?" he murmured, looking down. Footsteps approached from below. "Harley, are you up there? Come down, the wind is getting colder," Mrs. Lee's gentle voice came from below. "Tomorrow we're going to the fabric store. I want to make you a new shirt."