Novel & Cerita Tom Holland Shirtless

Before they could react, Thomas stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt completely, revealing his toned, muscular torso. The interviewers stared in shock. Across his chest, a vividly detailed dragon tattoo coiled. Its scales were so lifelike it seemed ready to leap off his skin. For a moment, it felt less like a professional interview and more like an encounter with a dangerous underworld figure.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

Chapter 188: A Body Bag River The first rays of dawn painted the estate grounds in soft golds and pinks, but my attention was fixed on one man. Hudson. Just like every other morning, he was out there pushing his body to its limits. No shirt, only a pair of black workout shorts that clung to his powerful thighs. Sweat glistened across the hard planes of his chest and abs, catching the light like liquid diamonds. The dog tag he always wore hung from his neck, sticking to his skin with every intense movement.

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

Shirtless. My gaze betrayed me before I could stop it, trailing over his bare torso. This man is built like a damn god... broad shoulders, sculpted abs, tanned skin that practically glowed under the dim hallway light. A white towel hung over his shoulder, and he was only wearing loose black shorts that sat low on his hips, revealing just a hint of the deep v-line that led down... I ripped my eyes away, heat flooding my face. Shit. This can't be happening.

"You're still here?" "Don't act so surprised," she tried the joke out. It was a little funny—it was something that she could definitely work on and with. "No, I am, I figured you would be long gone, in another room by now." Her eyes landed on his bare chest, and she fought not to stare. Clinton had been an older man, and while Travis' stomach and chest weren't as muscular as some of the others she had seen working at Wet Wanda's, he was very good looking to her. On one pectoral, he had a large tattoo. She had seen the ones on his arms before, but this one was different. This was one that he purposely kept hidden from other people, and it could only be seen because he had chosen to take his s

Receiving threats, or promises all day isn’t my favorite thing to do. The man I came here to kill looks like a model straight out of a magazine. You know, one of those motorcycle ones with the shirtless guy on the front? The one where the model sits with their legs on both sides of the motorcycle, their legs wide and muscular, their hands tatted and tightly gripping the handle as he stares the camera straight in the eye? Making it look like he’s staring through your soul and leaving you hot and bothered? I hate how my breath hitches at the sight of him. Shane is oozing with sex appeal, he looks like someone picked out his wardrobe for him. He’s chosen a black dress shirt that isn’t buttoned.

Sharlynn brushed off roughly as Richie's hand quickly came close to touching her. "Richie! We've broken the contract agreement! I warned you before!" Sharlynn said vehemently, but Richie looked at her casually, unfazed by her words. "I've lost it somewhere," Richie replied as he took off his white t-shirt and threw it in all directions. Sharlynn couldn't resist the man's words, her hazel eyes enjoying the beautiful sight before her. An athletic body filled with firm muscles from the chest to the abdomen was emphasized by the fine hair around the chest and the tattoos on the part of his chest and both arms.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

Those really bother me back then because there was a point that she got stalk and followed by his admirers so I give her my jacket so some of them would stop and believe that she’s already taken. And I can say that it really works though. “here!” she shouted. He was holding a white t-shirt, was that what he was looking for in his bag earlier? “What’s with that?” I said and curiously scanning the shirt. She’s smiling while showing the shirt to me. "TADAAAA !!!" It’s a white oversized shirt, with Apollo’s printed picture, not me Apollo but the real Apollo the god of light. So I frowned a little when I look at her.