Vegeta Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I watched with wide eyes as he came drew closer; I was in complete shock, unable to move a muscle; I watched the veins in his neck popped out as he took a sharp breath. And before I knew it, Bane was thrown off me with force, his back hit a tree, and he groaned in pain; I crawled back in fear as Henry stood mere feet away from me; with his fist clenched at his sides. I looked to Bane, and he was removing his shirt; I gaped at the sight of Bane shirtless, with his six-pack and nice tone body. Stop it, Calliana. Now is not the time for this, I remind myself.

Anna announced, leaving her alone in the room. Vida knew she did not have any other choice so she put on a shirt and a pair of wide-legged pants. She walked to the gym where she knew she would find Axel and Anna. As she stepped into the room, she was taken aback by the sight in front of her; it was the first time she saw Axel shirtless, and she had to admit that the clothes he wore hid a lot of things as he was toned. He looked like a model that would be on social media. She tried to stop looking at him but she was unable to do it even for a minute.

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....