Novels by Nala R

A cold chill went through my spine. “You good, man?” Someone asked, breaking me out of my suspicious search for the culprit. Everyone seemed to be minding their business. “Yeah” I muttered, rushed for the envelope and dashed into my room. Eager, I reaped the whole thing apart. To my horror, there was a picture of me in the shower. My forehead was pressed to the wall and my ass was on full display. My mysterious blackmailer had taken the liberty to scribble on it “Nice ass”Shocked, I let the envelope slip from my hands. Only then did I realize there was something else in it. A drive. Like I was in a scene on Mad furry, I dove for it and raced to my laptop. A video pops up as soon as I plug it in. It began with a clip of my profile on the school website, pictures and videos of me at parties with my friends. I felt my fist tighten as it transitioned to another clip. They were pictures of me with my family. At Dad’s political rally, my mother’s annual ball, videos with our

**FlashbackI woke up feeling foggy and like a drum was going off in my head. “Damn” I cursed, trying to adjust my eyes to the basement which seemed to have gone darker and quiet.It was basically empty except for the fallen bottles of drinks and snacks. Suddenly, I felt a loud thud beside me, accompanied by a voice from the dark. “There, it will help with the headache.”I glanced at the direction of the voice. It was obviously a guy, but I couldn’t make out his face. “Thank you, “ I said, picking up the bottle and gulping all of it. He was right, it seemed to have helped with the headache and I could see clearer. “What the hell happened? Where’s Riley?”I threw the questions at the unknown figure.His low chuckle flooded the basement, “I don’t who the fuck that is.”“She’s blonde,” I blurted out. “The only thing you know about Riley is that she’s blonde?”I could see his faint smirk. I rolled my eyes. Annoying prick. Here I was thinking my luck had turned for the better but n

My hands were trembling yet I held on to the pictures like my life depended on it. I blinked over and over again, praying this was nothing but a bad nightmare. It wasn’t. How did I get here? I had just returned from class, something I haven’t done in ages. I cursed my luck. Maybe if I had let my stupid ass remain in bed, I could have seen who ever the fuck tucked this photos in a white envelope and left it beneath my door to find. As soon as I heard Daniel outside the door, I tucked the pictures under my bed and sat on it, right as he walked in. His suspicious gaze landed on me and the corner of my bed. “What’s up ?” I avoided his gaze. “Nothing, was just making my bed.” Before he could speak, I jumped into a sleeping posture. “I need to take a nap. Try to keep things down.” If I was suspicious, I didn’t know as I refused to spare him a look. I was restless and only calmed down for a minute when I heard him leave the room. Still, my mind was

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside.Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up. A wicked smile made its way across my face as I came to a sudden halt.Her eyes widened in a questioning gaze. Ignoring her question, I pulled out, earning a desperate cry of “No” from her. Before she could make sense of it, my lips had found her cunt. She let out a loud cry. This time, a cry of pleasure. I let my tongue work on her till I began to feel her tremble. Again, I pulled away. Replacing my tongue with my cock, I rammed into her without mercy. She curled her toes, covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her moans. She came. I followed in a couple of seconds. Fuck! That wa

“I can’t believe you washed your hair on your wedding morning, who does that? Who washes an already styled hair, who?” Maggie, my cousin/ best friend rambled on in a panic that mirrored my mother’s breakdown a couple of minutes ago.I sighed, “It’s fine, Maggie. We’re going to make it, aren’t we?” I asked the stylist. She nodded, frantically rushing through everything. Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?”I took a deep breath.“I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.”Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?”The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of

“Get up,” Brown ordered, I tried to but I felt my legs give way. The three of them chuckled. “We haven’t even started with you, Princess and your legs are already jelly.” It was cinnamon, he helped me up and added in a whisper “I can’t wait to fuck the hell out of you.”My already wet cunt seemed to double. He moved me to the bed, and directed me to lie flat.Then he kissed me, letting his hands roam all over me. The bed sunk in as another figure crawled in next to us.Green’s hand found my nips, and began to toy with it. My head was spinning. Cinnamon didn’t stop kissing me, neither did his fingers stop their exploration. I felt him move straight to my cunt, stopping at the entrance and circling his thumb around…not for long as his fingers immediately slid in without warning. I was moaning into his lips. His pace quickened….I squirmed, curled my toes and tossed. I wanted to scream out so bad, but all my sounds were muffled into his lips. Suddenly, he pulled away…but his h