Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.

She shut her mouth and followed him out of the mansion. Ezra secured the gate as they exited. The cold night breeze brushed against Violet's delicate white skin, causing her to wrap her arms around herself. "Are you cold?" Ezra inquired, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and nodded in response. Wearing only a plain black shirt, he didn't want her to feel chilly. So, he began to remove his shirt. "No, I don't want your clothes; it's cold," Violet protested, attempting to stop him. Nevertheless, he persisted, and in an instant, he stood shirtless before her. She gulped as her eyes settled on his stunning, perfectly tanned chest with throbbing veins.

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.

"Cool. Okay. Got it." "Just give me a second to change this sweaty shirt." He said as he took off his shirt and Viola gasped seeing his bare chest. My God! She thought as she took another sneak peek, she always knew that he was ripped but she never imagined that he would look so good. I should stop staring, she managed to tell herself as she tore her face away from him. She had seen a number of men shirtless, but she doubted any of them gave her such a reaction and made her feel so warm all oover.

ZIRA There he was, standing in the doorway with Alpha Zack right behind him. I could see how angry he was by the way his whole body moved when he breathed. He was wearing nothing but shorts with a shirt bunched in his hand. I guess he didn’t have time to put it on before busting down the door.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

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