Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt Meme Novels & Stories

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

But she knows she needs to do what I say. I furrowed my brow as the wolves moved back to the trees. There is no way they are just leaving. I was right as the six men walked back on wearing athletic shorts and, of course, no shirts. Nudity was common in the werewolf community. We learn from a young age to not think much about it. But this was different than seeing males in our pack after they shifted.

When I didn’t respond, he sighed and started rolling up his sleeves to reveal his sinewy forearms beneath. “Look,” he said, pointing to various small scars on his tanned arms. “Burns from cooking. Cuts from working.” He hesitated for a moment, then began unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening. My heart rate picked up as more of his skin was revealed, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from lurching forward and touching the spots where he had exposed himself. He pulled his shirt open, revealing a jagged scar across his chest. “See this scar?” he asked. I nodded. “It was from a stupid fight many years ago. Werewolves get hurt too, Audrey. Everyone does

“Shit! I forgot to bring a shirt.” “You can have mine .. “ he said as he pulled his hoodie over his head. I tried .. and failed… to not look at his abs. We walked further into the park, veering off the trail, him carrying his gym shorts and me carrying his hoodie. “I don’t understand how you're not freezing.” I complained. “Girl I’m a werewolf that’s how.” He sniggered. “Aren’t you?” His words caused me to pause. They sit there on my brain and seeped their way in.

The guy smirks and says, “Looky at what we have here, boys... Shift!” Alice growled, being an Alpha herself she didn’t like being told what to do, I looked at the guy then turned and looked down at my paws, then back at him and shook my head, no way am I shifting in front of him. He seemed a little confused to start with but then smirked again as he realized why I shook my head, pulling off his t-shirt and throwing it at me. I sniffed the t-shirt, scrunched my nose up at the smell, then carefully picked it up in my mouth, trying to touch as little of the t-shirt as possible. I walked behind the tree I was in front of and shifted back to my human self. God, this shirt stinks. I scrunch up my

The scientist smiled and pressed the remote he was holding. The man named Uno stopped running when he felt a pain in his head. He stopped running and growl. He looked behind him to see what the scientist was doing, but he had run a long way in just one minute. “Ahh!” he cried out again when he felt the pain again. He fell on the ground and suddenly felt all his bones cracking and his body felt so hot. As he crawls on the ground, he felt that he’s slowly changing into something… a werewolf!

Kyle said as he applied more force on the already broken ankle and the man closed his eyes and spat more blood. He then looked at the soulless body of their group member and said "Please..we are sorry". Kyle stopped stepping on him and took off his mask. Not because he had mercy on them but because he wanted to relay a message to them. He took off the guy's mask. As expected of a vampire, the guy had good looks but he had a huge scar running from his left eyebrow to his right cheek. Normally when a vampire gets injured, it heals in a matter of seconds and the scar goes away but something was up with this guy. Maybe he was half vampire. " Go tell whoever sent you not to make a mistake like th

He securely locked the doors and windows in his apartment and hid in the corner with the woman while enhancing his werewolf senses to check those men who were chasing the woman. "Who are they? And why are those people trying to kill you?" Nicholas still has the audacity to ask questions when he, himself, was having a hard time standing straight because of the bullet in his shoulder. "It's a long story but they were my dad's enemies, I guess?" And she worriedly muttered back. "Your shoulder is bleeding. Do you need help with that?" "No. It's just spaghetti sauce that stained my clothes." Nicholas still have the courage to make jokes even if the woman already seen his face contorted. "Don't wo

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^