Alice Carvalho Nude Novels & Stories

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

Slowly, like a graceful and charming top model, Alice was approaching the pool. At this point, the commentator announced that ‘The Man’ will be represented by a new chief editor, Alice McNielsen. When she reached her seat, she nodded in greeting, then tied her hair into a ponytail and slowly removed her tunic, remaining in a turquoise one-piece bathing suit.

She was captivating, and he couldn’t look away. Alicia shifted back into her human form, crouching so her private parts were hidden. She wasn’t used to being naked like others and did not wish for everyone to continue staring at her. She’d made her point, though she wished her dress hadn’t ripped to shreds; it was so beautiful and wasted after only a few mere minutes. ‘A ruined dress is worth it for standing by our mate’s side,’ Alpine said in that wise voice Alicia was growing accustomed to. She felt so young and inexperienced at life to Alpine.

she asked covering them at once but as soon as she did that Alastor clicked his tongue and removed her hands. “Let me look at them,” he said, just staring at her completely bare boobs. If he had been kissing her or even sucking her nipples then she would be partially hidden but like this she was entirely naked and vulnerable. Noticing her nipples hardening more with goose bumps lining her skin he tweaked one of her pink nipples and asked, “Could you perhaps be embarrassed by this? Are you embarrassed that someone might look at your bare tits and know just how gorgeous they are?”

My curves were deep, my arms thick, my face round. It made me feel pathetic. I pulled on a simple, charcoal-grey dress that fit snugly over my chest and flowed over my hips. The pack square was buzzing when I arrived. The Alpha, Marcus, stood on the dais. "He's here," someone whispered. A black SUV pulled into the lot, and everyone held their breath.

Alice took the phone and came back to her room and scanned the QR code. “Your address please,” Ethan asked Alice gave the home address. "Alice, is it you?” Shit, he recognized me! Alice thought “Yes, Ethan. Can you please send the order on time?" “sure” “thanks” Alice exited the chat and was going to return the phone to Chloe when accidentally she opened the phone gallery and she noticed some photos of Chloe and Devina where they are looked old and are dressed in long ancient gowns and hat. Alice found it quite weird as Devina was a fashionista and this picture of her is completely opposite. She also noticed their feet and noticed that they don’t have toes but it was square-ended.

she asks me, trying to clarify. “My boyfriend,” I answer as if I don’t even believe myself. Maybe I will a little later after tonight. I watch a blonde with platinum hair all in perfect curls, come along and rest her long cherry-colored nails on my boyfriend's shoulder. “Who is she?” I turn my head and speak without moving my lips, scratching the back of my neck. “Malika Zunic,” Alice answers. “She models for Gucci.” My colleague makes exactly the same moves as me and laughs because of it.

Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory. Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.

I want to rub it in Lance’s smug face and Talu’s ugly mug, too. Aline Kam wants me! Aline Kam thinks I'm hot! Earlier today, Talu emailed a picture that he took of Aline sitting on the porch at the girls' place back East. It looked like it was morning and she was sitting looking out into the backwoods. She held a cup of something steaming, wearing my goGreen shirt while touching the necklace around her neck. It was the one I gave her. She didn't look like she knew he'd taken the photo of her because her face was in profile, and she looked happy and at peace.