Vegeta Pink Shirt Novels & Stories

"Huh?" "I mean, is there any theme for the get-together?" "No. There's nothing like that." "Do you want to dress up in any colour you wish?" I stood up from the bed and said, "Actually, I'm thinking about something in light shades" "Light colour… what about this one?" She showed me a sky blue shirt and denim pants. "Nah! We'll go with… pink." She showed me a pink crop top which Mr Martinez bought me last weekend when we went to the beach.

She looked down at herself. Valentino's instructions had been specific. Down to the requirement to wear something pink and striped. Cat had a simple, pink A-line skirt and Zora had given her a boat necked, black-and-white striped top that mostly covered the bullet-proof vest she wore under it. To make the vest less obvious, she'd thrown her own yellow cardigan over it. Why had no one ever mentioned how uncomfortable bullet-proof vests were? She could barely breathe in the damn thing. "You need to go," Zora said.

All he wears is a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants -- somehow, that only makes him hotter. However, something bizarre catches my attention. The stranger is glowing a faint, sparkling pink.

"What's this?" "Here." He handed the jersey to her. "I want you to cheer for me this Friday." A small smile broke out on Sarita's face as she took the jersey from him and unfolded it to see his number on the front of it then she turned it to the back and there was his name and number "14". She looked up at him. "You want me to wear this? I'm going to look so small in this." Vikrant grinned. "Couldn't find one that's your size. You'll wear it, though?" He looked hopeful.

Shaking her head and laughing at me whilst I was I inspecting all the clothes I had, Maddie started to get ready for the day. I pulled out a pink shorts and sports bra set from Bo & Tee. The shade of pink was bright but not quite hot pink, more like a coral shade. The sports bra had spaghetti straps, which led to a v-neck. It was fair to say only a little bit of my chest was left to the imagination. The shorts were short-shorts, but high waisted and came up just above my pierced belly button. My bum was covered but the shorts only stretched down to around 4cm of my thigh.

She walked toward the shirt and imagined that shirt on Vyom. . But he wears no shirt except for black color or white color. Black when he is in a bad mood and white when he is in a good mood. And this is wine color. She thought to purchase three different shirts for Faizal, Arbaaz, and Vyom. She had no idea whether or not Vyom will accept that shirt. But since the size of Arbaaz and Vyom was the same, she thought to give the shirt to Arbaaz in case Vyom will reject the shirt.

I could barely make out her words through her laughter. My eyes fell on the picture in her hands and my face turned pink with embarrassment. It was a picture of Marcella wearing a wig that was clearly too big for her head. Purple Powerpuff T-shirt, Pink Hannah Montana Skirt, Pink Barbie jacket and yellow pop socks—all on one tiny body. “Give it back, Lilith!” I tried snatching the picture from her hand but she stood from the couch, holding it above her head.

Despite the small victory I had in the room negotiating my release, he is still an intimidating monster. He watches me from head to toe and drinks me in before getting up on his feet. I too drink him in. This time, he has traded his blue buttonless vest for a green silky shirt that still does very little to conceal his bulging muscles. When he flexes his arms, it is as though the shirt would give in and rip. He has on black pants and the very noticeable bulge at the front of his pants jumps right at me. I look up immediately and see that he is watching me.

Parker ranted at him while reaching his hand to stand him up. "What do you mean near death?" the guy asked while rubbing his butt. As he stood up full on his legs, he got taller an inch than the two boys with a little less muscular bodies. Vance had paler skin than the rest and golden brown hair. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as some magical stone. He was dressed in a half sleeves blue T-shirt showing off his biceps with black jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had a pendant on his neck, and his fingers were filled with rings.

My body hadn’t stopped humming since I left his condo. That morning had been soft in a way I didn’t know how to define, not after the kind of nights I’d grown used to. I liked it. Liked it a lot. And then, as if the universe wanted to ruin it… “Interesting shirt,” Venita said, stepping into my path like a well-dressed speed bump. I barely masked the eye roll. “Excuse me?” Her lips curled into that polished, society-princess smile. “That’s Zade’s, isn’t it? I recognize the fabric.” She said it lightly, but her eyes were already scanning for cracks. For clues.