Will Poulter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Evangeline cursed her past self for being blinded by his looks, for casting aside her pride for him. Walter fumed, teeth clenched. "You think I'm lower than a beggar?" he said, and in a swift move, he ripped off his shirt, his chiseled torso on full display. Walter had that deceptive kind of look—skinny with his clothes on. Once they came off, anyone would see he was all muscle. His skin was pale, yet underneath, his muscles were cut and his lines smooth, with a hint of an eight-pack that showed he was strong without being too bulky.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

“I don’t use other people’s clothes.” Then I recalled a video YouTube kept suggesting but I’d never watched, simply because the title was just too ludicrous: Every Time Brandon Price Took His Shirt Off While Investigating, or something like that. The thumbnail didn’t offer much detail, but it was plain to see it was a collage with at least six different pictures. Meaning he’d done it more than once or twice. So I decided to try my luck. “Well, it’s warm in here, and bet your fans will love the chance of seeing you without your shirt again.”

I say and he lets out a chuckle. "I told you," he says with a smirk as he eats his own. I adjust my jacket once more, trying to get the fabric to not stick to me. But it's so uncomfortable so I set the delicious treat down and unzip my jacket. I slip it off my shoulders and use the sleeves to tie it around my waist. I glance over at Mr. Cutler whose eyes are looking down at my chest. I remember that I'm just in a tank top, with no bra. He's seen me in less clothing yet I'm still embarrassed.

I spun on my heel, ignoring Leif, who was also shirt- less, wearing jeans that allowed the deep, chiseled V-line to show. Tattoos and men. Sex and sin. Fucking great. It was everything we didn't need here. I'd been fine without them! My attention slid toward laughter, finding Zayne in his suspenders, with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, smashing his ax through the wood. His bright eyes lifted, meeting mine as a smile played on his full mouth. He turned his head, and my gaze swung to Sian, who was also shirtless and had at least washed the blood off of himself. Eryx had rolled up his sleeves, leaving his olive- colored forearms exposed, showing off his colorful tattoos.

Lisa’s POV By the time I arrive home, Nelson, my sweet stepdad, is whipping up pancakes on the dining table even though the kitchen is more than enough to accommodate him. Except that today, he is shirtless. Wait… shirtless?! Never have I ever seen him this naked. He is either in a simple top or an apron… or anything. Not—- shirtless.

Why does he need to take off his long sleeve polo? Is there really a need for him to be shirtless in order to do the task successfully? I can’t get it! Right now, I can’t hide my drool any longer. I was swallowing hard as my eyes started to roam every single prominent muscle on the back of Bullet. With every slight move, his muscle is flexing. And I am just here, a weak witness on how lustful it looks in my eyes.

The only thing he had on was a pair of light blue cotton pj pants that were already hanging pretty damn loose on his hips and the swaying chains from his wrist. She was wide awake now. She shuffled slowly into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the countertop to leave room between them. She licked her bottom lip and then cleared her throat. "Morning. Where's your shirt?" She asked casually, looking at his muscles tense and relaxed as he moved around. Whatever he was cooking smelled wonderful, he kept his back to her as he cooked, but She could hear the smile in his voice. "Took it off, didn't really match my chains. So I think I'll just go shirtless for now." He said.

But it was one of those things that civilized people back in Werewolf territory avoided like the plague, because it did reek. “Oh,” I said, turning slowly as I took in the scene. “It’s… beautiful. I didn’t know this was nearby.” Neil didn’t respond to that. He just grunted, shucked off his pants and the belt holding his knives, revealing muscular, tanned legs. I blushed and glanced away, even though he was still wearing underwear. “Well?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips and facing me fully. “Are you getting in or not?” I swallowed, my throat bobbing with the motion, and turned away. I peeled off my dress, revealing my black panties and the strapless bandeau I’d fashioned out of a sca

He grins at my lengthy apology, "It's okay, you can eat anything in this house, no permission required." Including you? "How about I cook you something proper? A real lunch." He heads straight to a kitchen drawer, pulling out a pan. I was so nervous, so scared, I hadn’t realised he’s in his usual outdoor outfit; a pair of jeans with a cotton t-shirt. It’s simple but this is what we call, less is more. More for his natural beauty that doesn’t need to be emphasised with heavy clothing or other accessories like a ring or necklace or even a tattoo.