Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

They sneered at me and made comments while his female fanbase looked on worriedly, telling him to be careful. I stripped out of my shirt and shoes, leaving me to fight in as little clothes as possible, allowing for less restricted movement. It also would allow me to shift if need be without shreds of clothing remaining and giving Viktor a weapon against me. Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to be dressed as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter, boots, gloves and all. "It's time to focus. Let everything go and let's beat this arsehole into the ground, literally." Titan's voice reverberated in my mind.

Again. He chuckled. My brow furrowed In disbelief. “Are you laughing right now?” “I didn't touch you, Vanessa,” He said reassuringly. “Then why are you shirtless?” I pressed. He placed his hands against my hips pulling me close. “I took off my hoodie for you when the men who tried to take you ripped yours.” Being this close to him makes me nervous. My chest heaved and I could feel myself fidgeting a little bit. “I took off my singlet when you begged for me for sex” he continued

I remember when the thing I dreaded happened, it was almost noon. My gaze dropped down to what I'm wearing. It's an oversized white tee shirt, its sleeves reached my elbows and when I removed the duvet that's covering half of my body, I saw the lowest part of the tee shirt almost reach my knees. He dressed me up, I guess. I pulled the tee shirt that I'm wearing to see if I'm wearing any undergarments and I am. It's another nude colored panty but I'm not wearing any bras. The shirt is loose on me, so the chest area isn't too revealing.

The only thing that could have been better is if Victoria’s bitchy ass stepped into the ring. Ace and I walked from our corners to the center, the crowd watching our every move with anticipation. He removed his shirt without breaking eye contact, and tossed it to the side. I did the same, as I removed my hoodie, leaving me in only a sports bra. I still wore the necklace around my neck, and I tucked it into my bra to prevent it from breaking or being seen.

An insane idea crossed her mind, and she unbuttoned her shirt, which had been making her feel uncomfortable. "Finally, this is off." Chelsea casually removed her shirt, revealing a tank top with thin straps that hugged her slim figure. "What...?" Carlos asked but couldn't continue his question because when he turned to the side, Chelsea's shirt had already flown into the back seat. "It seems like it's not easy to seduce Vano, Dad. I even have to wear tight clothes like this. If it weren't for Vano, I'd definitely refuse to wear them." Chelsea started venting to Carlos, twisting the facts to make sure he didn't have an issue with her current attire.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

Beta Vigo pointed ahead of her, she looked up to see him and he was fucking shirtless. She gasped and covered her eyes. Horrified. "Are you okay?" Beta Vigo quickly asks her. "Why is he not putting on a shirt? Why is he naked?" "He is not naked. Beta Vigo chuckled. "He is not?" Agnella removed her hands from her face to see that he was actually wearing a shirt. "You thought he was naked?" Beta Vigo laughed. "I don't... I thought he was shirtless, I think I'm seeing things," Agnella mumbled, embarrassed as she watched Alpha Draven walk to her.

He was fucking shirtless. That he was shirtless wasn't only the problem, but also his skin. His skin was slick with a faint sheen of sweat, like he just finished a workout. His muscles looked enhanced. His chest was dusted with just enough dark hair to make her pulse skip. And lower...his abs were a roadmap of ridges leading to the waistband of a pair of low-slung athletic shorts. She could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear, because the fabric did nothing to hide the heavy outline straining against it.