Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

Forgetting the fact I had argued to be straight. He returned with a bundle, black mesh shorts that looked too small, sheer enough to show everything underneath, paired with a matching harness that crisscrossed the chest like restraints. “No shirt, no underwear. Put it on.” He said, stretching them towards me. The material whispered against my fingers as I took it. My skin flushed hotter; this was a pet attire, meant to display.

There he was. Calvin was in the driveway beside the garage, shirtless, working on his powerful black motorcycle under the outdoor lights. The bike was wet and soapy as he washed it, his strong arms flexing with every stroke of the sponge. Water and suds ran down his toned chest and abs, tracing every ridge of muscle. His shorts hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that disappeared beneath the waistband. My breath caught in my damn throat. He looked like a fucking snack.

Josh Batton smiled gently as he followed bodyguards into the mall with Annabeth Cates next to him. While he did so, he raised his hand and kept waving at his fans… Wherever he looked, people were screaming crazily… Their voices were shrill. There were even female fans who felt suffocated because they couldn’t handle how good Josh looked… Josh wore a champagne-colored silk shirt and a pair of light purple pants. He also had a casual, ash-green windbreaker on the outside and a pair of white sneakers.

Instead, I focused on removing his coat, but when I stared at his dress shirt, I knew I had to unbutton it. Every. Single. Button. I mean, he wouldn’t mind, right? I am already used to seeing his majestic abs every day because we train. He is always topless or sometimes in a sando when we fight. But no, never in my wildest dreams would I do it. The removal. Why does it sound like a dramatic title? I shook my head and gulped intensely. Be professional, Minerva. It’s not like you are molesting him or something. You are just helping him out.

I look at my challengers and they are whimpering with their heads bowed. “Very well, your majesties. Please go and get ready.” Voltas speaks and I nod my head towards them as Fenrir comes forward and leads us to get ready. I put on my workout wear, shorts, and a sports bra. My feet are bare as I pull my hair up into a messy bun. Carter is bare-chested in shorts as he bounces on his toes, throwing his arms and crunching his neck. He is in the zone. “You’ve got this.” I say to him and kiss him when he winks at me and his blue eyes slowly melt away into gold.

It’s a simple white floral dress, I love. “I am… dressed.” I wasn't sure of myself but I said it anyway. I am dressed. “Okay. Great! Now go upstairs and dress like a decent human being. I on the other hand, has to change this.” He took off the shirt. He really works out. He's huge! He got abs, triceps! Not to forget those bulging veins across his arms. He also got some strange scars. And a weird tattoo, must be those tribal tattoo. Oh gosh… I wouldn't mind to bury my face into his chest, but I don't think I'll ever will unt—

Zara’s POV By morning, the power was still out, the storm was raging, and Caleb, well, was still infuriatingly hot. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, my oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He was already there, leaning against the fridge, shirtless again, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his V line on display for me to lust after. I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t need to.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

I turned to see who it was and my eyes came in contact with Davion who was shirtless with his abs popping out everywhere. Oh shit!

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.