Novel & Cerita Txt Shirts

Cali said. She pulled a royal blue T-shirt off the rack. It had a giant pair of slightly parted pink lips stenciled on the front, with a much smaller set of white lips superimposed over the corner of the pink ones. The pink lips were decorated with dozens of tiny rhinestones. “It’s so you,” Leesa said, grinning.

Just in case you were wondering, White Calvin's. His T-shirt is boxy and long-sleeved; it's not quite cropped, but it's shorter than anything I would ever think to wear in public. It barely touches his underwear's waistline. It’s bone-white and textured like it’s made of hemp or something organic. He has put a few necklaces around his neck that appear to have been purchased while on vacation in Bali. The neckline is cut in a low V that extends all the way to his sternum. He seemed to be happy with his appearance, as seen by his smile. I'd like to return home. I ought not to have arrived. I was aware that I didn't want to be here.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

It is a simple red shirt. "Will they like that?" Alexis asked worriedly they all sighed. Zylo grabbed a watch and showed it to Alexis. "How much is that?" She asked then Zylo showed her the price. Alexis grabs her wallet then looks at her savings. "I think I should just buy the shirt though. That's too expensive." Alexis answered then picks up the shirt that she thought would fit the brothers. •*•*•*•* After buying the shirts, they went to the bookstore to buy the things that Aitan told her that he needs.

When she did she saw he was wearing black Chuck Taylors today—real ones, not off-brand like hers. Of course, he has a job, she thought. He can buy whatever he wants. He was staring at her and his expectant smile was starting to fade around the edges. She realized she’d never answered him. “Um, yeah,” she said. “Loads better.” He wore a white T-shirt with a black-and-white photo of a soldier repeated four times on it in a square. On the side it read THE SMITHS in big black capital letters. “What’s that? Some kind of ad for the town?” she asked, pointing at his shirt.

Luna's POV: I'm standing next to Tatum's bed looking at the shirt he's laid out for me. It's a soft grey color and thicker than the last one. I pick the shirt up and bury my face in it inhaling the masculine scent that lies within it. I hurry and dry myself off snapping my fingers to make a pair of underwear appear before slipping the soft cotton shirt over my body.

It wasn't a bad look, just different. I was no seamstress, but I did a good job fixing the tear on my uniform T-shirt. I washed it last night so it would be ready for today. It was a red wine color and with big white letters on the back saying "Shop with M". It was a small store in a small village so that was enough. The rest of my outfit was up to me and it was no problem for my boss if I wore sexy jean shorts and sneakers.

He dropped his phone after reading the text. "What is this box and why is everyone after the box?" He wondered. *********** Less than twenty minutes later, his order arrived and it was a huge relief because he got what he ordered. Josh was almost panicking because he didn't want Alex to be on his neck and the little time wasted, she bugged him. It was two packed shirts of the same color and knickers of the same color too. The knickers were of milky color and the t-shirts were of royal purple.

"How about this one?" Eric asked, gesturing to a white T-shirt that hung on a nearby rack. Ethan blinked in surprise. "What are you doing?" he replied, confusion evident in his voice. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Eric raised an eyebrow, his smile fading slightly. Ethan surveyed the spacious clothing store, filled with luxurious garments neatly arranged in different sections. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze settling on the tag of the T-shirt. Seven grand for just a shirt!