The Plot In You Shirt Novels & Stories

Hillary asked with widened eyes. He looked down, and Hillary's eyes also travelled down. His once white shirt had turned crimson red, and it kept on leaking. Someone just shot him. The shots were very silent. “Oh my God!” Hillary exclaimed while jumping from her chair.

They had hardly talked, but he had seen her around the community. Meanwhile, Túlio had lit his grandmother's wood stove and thrown Shay's clothes into it. It was a cover-up. He didn't want to risk Cloe coming back and finding Shay's clothes in his room. He stood by the stove, waiting until there was nothing left of the clothes. Shay arrived home, her friend and companion still awake. "Hey, what's with these weird clothes?" her friend asked. "They don't even match your shoes." "Ah, I was rejected by that Boy, the incendiary jerk."

Most of the people around looked lost to the world, and the few who weren't either avoided eye contact or stared at me like I was something to eat. Then something caught my eye. A strip of cloth — no, a torn shirt — lying half buried in a puddle of muddy water near the side of a graffiti-tagged wall. I moved closer, crouching, and recognized what it was. The shirt Thane’s father wore in the hospital footage. The same shade, same collar, only now stained with dirt, and something I didn’t want to identify. The fabric was torn at the shoulder like someone had dragged him or he had struggled free.

Figures! "What the fuck are you talking about Jaxx?" "What am I talking about? We spent the few days you were gone with that girl and I'm telling you she didn't betray you, she doesn't have it in her. She's in love with you poor thing. I don't know what happened, I'd believe she took the shirt because females do that kinda wonky shit when they're in love, it doesn't matter how old they are. But planting that shit, no way. Why would she when she knows she's the first place you'd look?"

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

Why was he outlawed? None of the answers she wanted would come to her through her reflection. Letting out a frustrated growl, she lefi the bedroom. Coming up short, she saw an oversized shirt resting on the bed. The shirt hadn’t been there when she lefi the room. She checked the door before standing before the bed. Maya couldn’t help but be touched. He’d lefi her a shirt to wear. Drying her body, she quickly put the large shirt over her head, smelling him instantly. She was shocked the fabric fit over her large body. Smiling, she climbed into bed and settled down. Maybe he wasn’t so awful afier all.

His hand on my arm was burning, flaming me with need and ache for more. I needed more because I knew what was more now. "Isn't that the part where you rip your shirt and help me with the bruise like they do in 90's movies?" He elevated his eyebrow in amusement. Dabbing his lower lip, he put aside the cotton and inched closer. "My shirt is expensive." A smile cracked on my face. "Give money and take the ripped shirt like you did that day." Blood ran to my cheeks and my gaze slid down to my lap.

Scarlett patiently waited for him to get the idea that he need to take his shirt off. But he didn't move a single inch. Is he stupid? She wondered. "You..." She started, "take off your shirt." Pointing towards his shirt, she said. "Hmm...why do you want my shirt off, Triantáfyllo? What's in your sweet little mind?" He teased her again. She gasped a little. How could he say such things? And can't he see the first aid kit in my hand? She thought internally. "Your wounds are on your back. And sadly, I don't have any superpowers to see through thing's, like your thin white shirt." She said feigning sadness.

She lifts a brow smirking at me. "It's a shirt." I try to grab it from her. "A man's shirt. Who is the owner?" "Some guy, he had a shoot with Shane, "I say, finally grabbing the shirt from her. "Okay, how did the shirt end up here?" She pulls a brow. "Well, he forgot it at the studio." I smile throwing it over the couch. "So, you just bought it here, hoping he would come to collect it?" She hops onto the couch, smiling like a schoolchild with a crush. "Does he make your pussy throb?" Batting her eyelashes at me.